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Evening Star, Issue 21634, 1 February 1934, Page 1

Air Pilot (noticing would-be passenger with long package): “ Why, what’s the fishing rod for?” Would-be Passenger: “ Well, I thought perhaps I might land, one of those flying fish I’ve heard about.” Butcher: “Well, what do you want, sonny?” Boy: “ Ninepenn’orth of steal* and threepence change. Father will bring the shilling in the morning.” “It is possible,” says a psychologist, “ to judge a man’s character by the way, he eats. The boarding house lodger, for example, who gingerly nibbles his helping of Christmas pudding so as not to swallow the shilling, is an incurable optimist.”