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Evening Star, Issue 19891, 13 June 1928, Page 5

Little Roger was inclined to be somewhat brusque, so his mother gave him sundry lessons in etiquette. The results wore fairly satisfactory, until one day Jane, starting to leave the room, found herself suddenly hauled back. “Look here!” said Roger, “don’t y6u know that you should wait till a gentleman opens the door for you?” A comedian who was secretly courting the daughter of a wealthy man, at last plucked up courage to interview the father. The old gentleman, knowing the suitor’s profession, growled out: “Huh, my daughter doesn’t want to be, tied to an idiot for the rest of her life.” “Yes, I know,” said the artist blandly, “ that’s why 1 am suggesting that j ought to lake her off your hands.” Simpering Spinster: “My father, when I was horn, made a promise to give, me £lO every birthday, and I now have £100.” Dubious Bachelor: “When is he going to pay you tin balance?” Woods' Great Peppermint Cora, flag 1 coughs and colds, never fails.—(l4 -X