“Nothing, eh?” repeated the policeman, sarcastically. “It seems to me you’ve been begging.” “Begging—me begging!” exclaimthe tramp, indignantly. “Why, I’m travelling for a baker, and these are my samples!” Jones appeared wrapped in gloom, and his friend asked the cause. ‘lt’s that fellow Smith,” he replied. “Last night he called me a liar.” The friend tried to console him, saying that it was a common thing to be called a liar without cause. “But, dammit man,” said Jones, irritably, “he proved it!”
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Te Awamutu Courier, Volume 53, Issue 3826, 28 October 1936, Page 6
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