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Evening Star, Issue 20422, 1 March 1930, Page 20

LHtl® Alfred had been insubordinate a train, and the old schoolmaster decided that corporal punishment was essential if the boy was to be effectively corrected. After the interview m Ins sanctum little Alfred, face flushed with rase and other parts of his anatomy tingling with pain, shuffled homeward. He anew now that he hated his schoolmaster with the deadliest of hatreds, and when Alfred’s great ambition was at last realised, and he was actually a pirate chief laden with revolvers—well, his old schoolmaster would be his hrst victim. As he slowly traversed the hign street towards his home Alfred s gaze suddenly rested on a newspaper placard. Scarcely believing his own eyes he read it over several times. Glorious news I Almost too good to be true! But theie it was in big letters outside the shop; “ Huge mansion burned down. Ten oid masters destroyed 1” And little Alfred hissed: “So they ought to be. Whittle was having his dining room and his bathroom re-papered. The men arrived to do the work just as he was leaving for the office. “Make a good job of it,” said Whittle. When he returned home that evening he found that the work had been done very well indeed. But the men had made just one small mistake. They had put the dining room paper in the bathroom, while the dining room was tastefullv adorned in a design of green tiling and purple water lilies. “What are you "oing to do about itP demanded Whittle, after he had said a few other things. “I dunno, sir,” replied the workman, scratching his head. I d willingly move the bath for yer, but that’s a plumber’s job.”