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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 79, Issue 278, 24 November 1936, Page 10

Testimonial. A man entered a barber’s shop lor a haircut. I’he barber mentioned that his client’s hair was getting thin on top. “Why not try a bottle of my wonderful hair restorer?” he urged. “It’s returned Io the shop. “Well.” asked the barber, ‘‘how did "I left the bottle on the kitchen table, ami my wife, thinking it was a new kind of• furniture polish, started to use it, the other replied. “How much do you charge to shave a sideboard?” ® 'J> T <s> Not So Bad. It was Sunday afternoon, and liitle Thomas opened the door to reveal the “Is your lather at home?'' inquired the visitor. “ Xo, he’s not a; home,'' said little Ihomas. “He s just gone over to the golt club.” Then Thomas, noticing the look of commiseration and long-suffer-ing piety on the minister’s face, hastened to add. “Oh, it's all right—he’s not playing golf. He wouldn’t think of that on a Sunday. He's just gone over lorn few drinks and a game of poker.” * <s> Far Away. Donovan’s wife awoke in the small hours to hear him stealthily moving things about in the kitchen. What might ye be looking for. darlin’T’ she asked. “Nothing,” said Donovan, "just nothing. ’ ’ “Oh!” said his wife, helpfully. “I’hen lye’ll find it in the bottle where the whisky used to be,”