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The Professor, who is frightfully absent-minded, had quite forgotten,what he telephoned the chums for. “Dear, dearie me,” he said. “Now what can it be?” “You said’ something about an invention,” Richard explained. In. vention! Invention!” murmured the Professor. “Why, of course! I'd for gotten all about it! Come along.”

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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXVI, 16 April 1932, Page 10

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The Professor, who is frightfully absent-minded, had quite forgotten,what he telephoned the chums for. “Dear, dearie me,” he said. “Now what can it be?” “You said’ something about an invention,” Richard explained. In. vention! Invention!” murmured the Professor. “Why, of course! I'd for gotten all about it! Come along.” Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXVI, 16 April 1932, Page 10

The Professor, who is frightfully absent-minded, had quite forgotten,what he telephoned the chums for. “Dear, dearie me,” he said. “Now what can it be?” “You said’ something about an invention,” Richard explained. In. vention! Invention!” murmured the Professor. “Why, of course! I'd for gotten all about it! Come along.” Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXVI, 16 April 1932, Page 10