CHEEK.
Violent ringing of the bell aroused the chemist at midnight. Below his window he saw a young lady. "What can I do for you, missf' he inquired. "Is anyone dying I" "Oh, no," came back the answer in sweet tone. "But I'm dancing at the ball close by, and I have quite run out of rouge." "Indeed!" snorted the disgusted chemist. "I'm sorry, miss, but I never keep enough rouge in stock to cover a cheek like yours!" A DARK PROSPECT. The fortune-teller gazed at the crystal very mournfully. The outlook was quite unpromising. She decided, however, to give her male client a run for his money, as it were, tq cheer him up. After all, business is business. "I see a tall, good-looking girl— very wealthy. You will propose to her. She will accept ..." "Ah—dark?" the client queried. "Sure," the seer replied. "Very dark —it will have to be!" NOT SO BAD A stranded British actor went into a sordid hash house in New York for a meal. In th.e waiter he was horrified to recognise a colleague who had played with him in London. "Great Scott!" he gasped. 'You a waiter in this place." "Yes, but I don't eat here," replied wie other with some dignity. *
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Hutt News, Volume 13, Issue 24, 22 November 1939, Page 7
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