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Evening Star, Issue 20635, 7 November 1930, Page 7

An artist was making a watercolour sketch in one of our parks. Two dirty little urchins stood behind him watching. Presently' one said to the other, in wistful tones; “ George, just fancy a little while ago that was a lovely piece of white paper,” Employer: “ Come here, young man. I understand you've been gambling in nil shares.” Clerk: “ Yes, sir. I made £l2O last week.” Employer: “Great Scott! What do you know for this week? ” Miss Prim;, “Yes, I know that book is a best seller. But is it pure and clean?” Assistant: “Well, ma’am, the hero's a white hope, the girl works at a soap factory, and her mother takes in washing. What more d’ye want?;’