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Evening Star, Issue 21505, 1 September 1933, Page 4

The vicar had called on the widow to offer his condolences, “ That you have the sympathy of all the village should bo some comfort to you,” he murmured, “ and you know to whom to turn for consolation.” “ Yes, she said,” between her sobs, “ but I don t think he’ll marry me with three children.” An elderly man became somewhat worried about himself and went to see a doctor. The doctor listened and smiled. “My dear sir,” he said, * this little habit of talking to yourself anything to worry about.” ” Isn t it, said the patient, indignantly. ‘ ion don’t know: what a blinkin’ bore I am.