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Evening Star, Issue 19856, 3 May 1928, Page 1

Once on a)i Aberdeenshire grouse moor a sportsman became lost in the darkness. At last, when he was soaked to the Skin, he'perceived through the gloom the light of a cottage, He made his way to the door and knocked. “Ah, my good man.” lie said to the crofter, “I’ve got lost, and I’m so wet I believe I have a chill coming on. Do you think you could let me have a little whisky ? ” An agonised expression crossed the Scot’s face as he said: “About, how little would you be wantin’? ” Village Resident: “ That’s the site' for our memorial.” Stranger:. 4 * What will commemorate?” Village Resident: “ Duhno. Nothin’s happened yet, but we’re a-waiting.”