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Evening Star, Issue 22228, 4 January 1936, Page 12

Then there was the Scotchman who fell in love with the girl next door. It wasn’t exactly that he loved her so much, hut it saved carfare. Horses can sleep standing up, says a writer. But why do they wait until we have placed a bet on them to do it? “ You don’t know what torture is,” said Brown to Smith. “ What is it then?” asked Smith. “I suffered it yesterday,” answered Brown, “ when the barber had my mouth full of lather and I sat watching the shop boy giving my umbrella to another customer.” Jackson: “ See here, Jim, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.” _ Jimson: i‘ Not with, xaoj I’m a yesetaiiajcu ?i