A bachelor who had been to dinner m a fashionable house was asked by one of . his female relatives about a certain lady among his fellow-guests. "What did, she wear?" was the eager inquiry. "I don't know," he replied; "I didn't look under the table." "Oh, you're killing me !" cried a. male voice. ' "Have you- no pity?'' said Senator Foraker, telling his story of a. seaside hotel to illustrate hasty verdicts. 'There followed a series of uwliil giouns. Then : "Stop! - You {ire murdfering -ms !'. I'm dyinjf!" Par a little while; the crowd outside " heard feeble grunts and moans. Then a wild shriek rang- forth. "Murder! You've done it at last! Ydu've killed me.- Oh, I'm dying!" Here, a man thundered on tha door /and shouted, "What is; going on m there?" There was a smothered laugh within, the dtoor was opened instantly, and a young and pretty woman, appeared. "Did the noise alarm you?" she said. "I've just heen.. peeling off the .shirt from my husband's sun-burnt arms." _T
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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 11127, 16 November 1907, Page 4 (Supplement)
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