ANOTHER KIND.
Freddy was not exactly the brightest boy in his class. Time and again his master put a question to him, and on each occasion the answer was wrong. "Now, here's something you must know, Freddy," he said wearliy. "Give me a collective noun." Freddy answered readily: "A dust cart, teacher." THE REAL THING. Jones stood on his allotment surveying his plot and occasionally knocking a fragment of soil off his well-worn trousers, which matched his other moth-eaten gardening togs. He was keenly watched by two boys perched on a gate. ':Tt is," said one. "No, it isnt'," said the other. "I just saw it move."
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Waipa Post, Volume 47, Issue 3385, 26 October 1933, Page 2
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107ANOTHER KIND. Waipa Post, Volume 47, Issue 3385, 26 October 1933, Page 2
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