OLD SHOE'S TALE
By PHILIPPA HAYWARD (aged 13) I cannot remember where I was born, it is so many years ago. Once, when I was very young my birthplace was written in large, gold" letters on. my insole, but that has long since-disappeared. For over a year after my birth I lay alternately in my tissue paper-lined box and in the window of a large shop, but no one ever bought me. You see, I'm a very uncommon "shoe and not in the least bit pretty or attractive." If you saw me you wouldn't wonder that my master wished to get rid of me. It was one very hot morning that my real life began. An old tramp hap-
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22777, 10 July 1937, Page 8 (Supplement)
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119OLD SHOE'S TALE New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22777, 10 July 1937, Page 8 (Supplement)
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