WOULDN'T END IN SMOKE.
A Londoner was laughing over the servant girl's definition of a lady as one who is dyed and painted and powed. wears diamonds, and ' smells ol Turkish tobacco, champagne, and motor oil.
"There must be some truth in that definition, or at least in part of it," he said. "I was walking the other day, when I came upon a litle boy smoking a cigarette.
"Goodness, Willie," I said, "what would your mother say if she saw you smoking cigarettes like that?" "She'd raise Cain," Willie answered. I 'They're out of her best box."
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King Country Chronicle, Volume X, Issue 871, 10 May 1916, Page 6
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98WOULDN'T END IN SMOKE. King Country Chronicle, Volume X, Issue 871, 10 May 1916, Page 6
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