A passenger on a tramcar noticed that the conductor was behaving strangely. At each stop he nipped to I the front of the car and dangled a piece of string in front of the driver, who swore roundly. The passenger asked: “What’s the idea of this little game you're playing with the driver? ’’ “ It’s like this, "sir,” confided the conductor. “My driver, e’ ain’t got no sense of humour. ’ls brother was ’ung this j morning.”
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Evening Star, Issue 21006, 21 January 1932, Page 14
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76Page 14 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Star, Issue 21006, 21 January 1932, Page 14
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