It appears that an engine driver writes poetry in his spare moments. He has been warned, however, never to dash off his lines during working hours. Judge; “But how are you so sure the prisoner was intoxicated?” Policeman: “ He was trying to roll up the white line and put it in his car. mv lord.” Then there was the Scot, who when asked if he could spare something for a enp of tea, said: “He ye think I carry lumps o’ sugar in ma pockets?”
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Evening Star, Issue 22541, 8 January 1937, Page 12
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