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 rightP’’ said a constable, pushing his way forward.. “I don’t know yet,” replied the man as he picked his tobacco pouch from the ground. “Yes, everything is all right. I thought I 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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Manawatu Standard, Volume XLVII, Issue 124, 23 April 1927, Page 13
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101A FORTUNATE ESCAPE. Manawatu Standard, Volume XLVII, Issue 124, 23 April 1927, Page 13
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