A salesman, tired after a day of calling on hard-hearted business men, was awakened by a figure that marched up to the side of his bed. “ Beg pard'n,” mumbled the intruder; ‘‘thought it was m’ room.” Dropping off to sleep, the tirod traveller was again awakened by the self-same drunk. Again the refreshed one apologised and reeled out of the door. When the occurrence was again repeated the traveller was prepared to give the soak a piece of his mind, but the: drunk was himself in a rage. “Look here!” he roared. “Do you .sleep: in every room in the house?”
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Evening Star, Issue 19856, 3 May 1928, Page 10
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101Page 10 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Star, Issue 19856, 3 May 1928, Page 10
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