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Evening Star, Issue 20315, 25 October 1929, Page 8

All Irish cavalry recruit was suffering his first lesson in riding. Ho had the wickedest brute in the squadron. It bucked and reared at such an alarming rate that the rookie was panic-stricken At last the animal, in the course of his plunging, caught a hoof in one of the stirrups. Pat slid hurriedly to earth, muttering: “ Begobs, if you’re g°tting on I’m getting oft.” In search of a horse a nervous French man went to a hors? deal r, “ Yes, sir.” said the horse dealer, “ 1 have the very horse you want.” He led his customer to a small-looking animal. “There you are, sir,” he said, “a real beauty. Suitable for driving or riding And it’ll run for ten miles without stopping.” “ But,” exclaimed the Frenchman, “ he is no good. I live but eight miles from ze station, and ecf I buy him 1 will have to walk two miles in zc backward direction.”