A motorist had crashed into a tele graph pole. Wires, pole, and everything came down around his ears. They found him unconscious in the wreckage, lint as they were untangling him he reached out feebly, fingered the wires, and murmured: “Thank heaVen, 1 lived clean—they’ve given me a harp,”
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXI, Issue 243, 26 September 1931, Page 14
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49Page 14 Advertisements Column 3 Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXI, Issue 243, 26 September 1931, Page 14
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