Little Tommy looked nervously in at the kitchen, where his mother was resting after a long spell at the washtub. “ Oh, mother,” said the child, “ are you feeling tired?” “ Yes,” she murmured., “I’m fair worn out. I can’t lift my hand to do another stroke.” Tommy boldly approached her. “ Well, mum,” he said, “ I just want to tell you that I dropped the bag of eggs on the way back from the shop.” Stout Gentleman (who has been knocked down) ; “ Couldn’t you have gone round me?” Motorist; “Sorry! I wasn’t sure whether I had enough petrol.” Here’s a suggestion for milady’s Christmas gift—a llask of No. 65 Lavender Water. A delightfully fragrant and refreshing perfume, admired by all. You can’t go wrong if you choose No. 65; it’s distinctive. All chemists.— [Advt.]
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Evening Star, Issue 20985, 26 December 1931, Page 14
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132Page 14 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Star, Issue 20985, 26 December 1931, Page 14
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