A motorist who had ran out of petrol on a lonely road was just about to set out to walk to the nearest village, when ho espied a small boy coining along carrying a big tin can. “ I hope that’s petrol in that can, my boy,” he said eagerly. “ I hope it ain’t,” returned the boy. “It would taste pretty awful on ma’s pancakes if it was.”-
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Evening Star, Issue 22084, 18 July 1935, Page 1
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