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Evening Star, Issue 20720, 17 February 1931, Page 7

TJio manager's face was purple with rage. Ho was Harming outside His private office listening to the dulcet voice of his junior saleslady talking over the telephone. “ I love you. dear,” she cooed. “f am weeping my heart away. Speak to mo ouco more. I love you, dear, I love you so.” Hanging up the receiver, sho emerged, meeting the manager. “HJiss Jones,” ho stormed, “ that telephone is hero for business, not for lovomaking.” “Oh,” sho explained sweetly, “ hut 1 was only ordering now songs lor the music department 1” Tlandniastcr (talking of field day) ; “ Yes, and wo was tired. The hand had to stand the whole day long.” Wit: “Why, that’s nothing. D’yon know, in onr park* at'homo you can see a handstand for mouths on end.”