HE CAME QUIETLY. “Name?” asked the constable. “Smith,” said the man. “I want your real name.” “Well, put me down as William Shakespeare.” “That’s better; you can’t bluff me with that old Smith stuff.” EARLY TRAINING. Coach: You’re doing well, son. The way you hit that line and the way you dodge and tackle and worm, through them is. marvellous. Player: It comes easy to me. I used to go with my mother to the bargain sales.
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Te Awamutu Courier, Volume 59, Issue 4220, 6 December 1939, Page 10
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