Aunt. Agatha dropped in for a chat. “Oh, Auntie, how ugly you are 1” said her little nicco. “ But Eva,” cried her mother, horrified, “ how can you say such a thing?” “1 just said it as a joke, Mamma!” “ It would have been a much better joke if you had said, ’Oh, Auntie, how pretty you are,’” eluded her mother.
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Evening Star, Issue 22817, 27 November 1937, Page 22
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60Page 22 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Star, Issue 22817, 27 November 1937, Page 22
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