Master: Mary, your young man has called. Maid: But, sir, how do you know it is my sweetheart? Master: I can smell one of my cigars. “Then your wife isn’t, one of the sympathetic sort?” asked the first man. “Sympathetic!” cried the second bitterly. “Why, I don’t believe she was born at all —she was quarried!”
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Greymouth Evening Star, 21 April 1938, Page 5
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