They often quarrelled, hut just before her birthday she became all gush and saccharine. She (purring); “ What are you going to give me for my birthday?” He (scowling): “Nothing.” She: “ But, darling, can’t you be more original; you gave me that last year.”-
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Evening Star, Issue 23122, 23 November 1938, Page 14
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