Bridget had been discharged. Extracting a live-dollar hill from her wage-roll, she threw it to Fido. Then the shocked mistress heard her exclaim: “Sure ’n I nivor fergit a friml; that’s fer helpin' me wash the dishes.”
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Evening Star, Issue 24296, 10 September 1942, Page 6
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