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Evening Star, Issue 20360, 17 December 1929, Page 4

For several Lours the lonely passenger had been waiting on a branch-line station for the day’s one train. When at last it steamed in ho saw that it consisted of an engine and two saloon coaches, both very dilapidated. Choosing the less soiled one of the two, he gob in, and made himself as comfortable as possible in the circumstances. After a further long delay the train' started. It had no sooner done so than an aged ticket collector entered the coach. He glanced at the single passenger’s ticket. Then he sniffed: “Extra ’arf-crown to pay,” ho announced. The passenger looked surprised. “ Why? ” lie asked. “ This is a first-class coach,” said the collector, sniffing again. “ One o’ them windows at t’other end opens.” A man fell into the Mississippi, and was swirled down miles and miles by the raging torrent. Ultimately, he was fished out, half-drowned, by a boathook. “Where am 1?” he gasped. “Ohio,” was the reply. “What,” spluttered the rescued man, a Prohibition State. Pitch me in again, boys.”

better pill than MARTIN'S. You k can rely upon MARTIN’S PILLS. .I Sold by all Chemists andSiertt. ;. You j LLS. / the “father and son shop” in the Octagon, to which mothers are invited. a thought for those who buy gifts for men — . In all fairness to the trade, Patterson Bros, frankly admit that they are not the only shop selling quality clothes. It is because so many more well - dressed men shop there and talk about Patterson Bros., in the Octagon, that one gets this impression.