Ho had gone into tho gipsy fortune teller's tent at the local lair, and was getting his money’s worth. “Sir,” whispered tho dark-eyed damsel, alter he had. crossed her palm with silver, “ sir, beware 1 A bitter foe will cross your path.” The man started violently. “When?” he asked. “Next week?” The girl looked once again at his hand. “ Yes, most likely,” sho said. “Then,” observed the man, “ It’s a poor look-out for tho foe. I’m beginning a fortnight's motoring tour next week! I *'
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Evening Star, Issue 20055, 21 December 1928, Page 3
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84Page 3 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Star, Issue 20055, 21 December 1928, Page 3
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