The village football match was about to commence ? and the opposing captains wore inspecting the ground. “ Don t like it,” said the visiting skipper, shaking his head. “ What don’t you like? asked the home skipper. “ The ground,” replied the other. Hardly a blade of grass to be seen. Well, you didn’t como ’ere to graze, did yer?” was the home skipper’s retort.
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Evening Star, Issue 20846, 16 July 1931, Page 12
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62Page 12 Advertisements Column 4 Evening Star, Issue 20846, 16 July 1931, Page 12
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