He had arrived homo late, and his wife was giving him a piece of her mind. “ I don’t care, my dear,” he said, getting really worked up. ‘ 1 mean exactly what I say. I’m a man who calls a spade a spade.” His wife nodded. “ Maybe, Henry,” she said with biting sarcasm, “ but you don t call a club a club; you call that working back at the office.”-
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Evening Star, Issue 21631, 29 January 1934, Page 10
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