A FORTUNATE ESCAPE. A man was crossing the street when a motor dashed round the corner, the left mudguard knocking him to the ground. Almost Instantly a crowd gathered round to see a very dishevelled individual crawl from beneath the car. “Are you all right?” said a constable, pushing his way forward. “I don’t know yet,” replied the man as ho picked his tobacco pouch from the ground. “Yes,” everything is all right. 1 thought 1 had spilled my Bears.’” He valued his smoke rather highly. Little wonder when one considers how delicious Bears’ really is. Only 8d an ounce, loose.—Advt.
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVII, Issue 201, 9 August 1927, Page 6
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101Page 6 Advertisements Column 2 Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVII, Issue 201, 9 August 1927, Page 6
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