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Evening Star, Issue 20150, 15 April 1929, Page 11

All unpopular sportsman was out on the moors enjoying his last shoot before the expiration of his tenancy. During the luncheon break lie turned to the gillies, and said: “ What about a real iiighand toast before we separate, my 'men? ” The oldest gillie rose slowly, and, grasping his glass, delivered him,self: “Here’s to ye, sir, good as ye are, and. to.sus, bad ps we are, but good, as ye arc, and bad as we are, we’ro as good as you arc bad as we are ”