Then were. on their honeymoon ami staying at. a fashionable! hotel. The bride had been doing some shopping, and on her return was suddenly confronted with the fact that she could not remember the number of their room She tripped along the corridor, hut each door seemed to lool: alike. At last she came tr. one which looked familiar, and she gently tapped on the panel. “I’m back, honey, let me in!” she called. No answer. '' Honey, honey, it's I—your rjueeme, do let me in.” Silence for a few seconds —then an unfamiliar man's voice, cold and full of dignity, came from the other side of the door; ‘‘Madam, this is a bathroom, not a beehive.”
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Evening Star, Issue 21320, 26 January 1933, Page 7
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116Page 7 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Star, Issue 21320, 26 January 1933, Page 7
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