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SARCASM.

A gentleman who wears an overcoat with a fur collar of curly astrachan, tells the following story One day I was crossing the Strand when wearing this superb garment, and I had to hop hurriedly out of the way of a hansom. The mud splashed me, and I was irritated, bo I upbraided the careless cabman. He looked down, took his dirty pipe from his irreverent lips, and remarked, “Garu, you curly-haired retriever.” Now I could have endured anything rather than that, for really and truly it was not a retriever.” But a faithful friend with me, of course, passed the tale round, and I had to submit to many a cruel taunt about the Home for Lost Dogs, as well as many a welcoming cry of “Bow-wow-wow” when I tried to show off the coat at my club.

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Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 22, Issue 90, 21 November 1911, Page 2

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140

SARCASM. Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 22, Issue 90, 21 November 1911, Page 2

SARCASM. Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 22, Issue 90, 21 November 1911, Page 2