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Hie wa.s abmif to leave for th© office. His wife handed him a small parcel. ‘What’s this, dear?’ he asked. ‘A bottle of hair tonic.’ slit' replied, *Lh. that’s nice of you. dear, but— ’ ‘lt isn’t for you; it’s for vour typist. Her hair is coming out badly on your coat ’
ADY AX( El) IX FOB3IATIOX. ( ontMictor : ‘Doc* th,. foreman know that th© trench has fallen in?’ Labourer : ‘Well, sir, we’re digging him out to tell him.’ THANKFUL FOR SMALL AIEBCIEK. The carpenter had left the gu> tinned on in his shop, and, on entering tlio following morning, the first filing be db’ was to strike a match. There''was a teirilic explosion, and the carpenter found himsolf in thp street again. A passer-by rushed to his assistance and, after helping him to his feet, inquired if he was injured. The carpenter looked at bi s shop, now burning fiercely, and said : “No T m not hurt, but I got out onlv just 10 titqe/
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Western Star, 6 December 1935, Page 4
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167A BOTTLED HINT Western Star, 6 December 1935, Page 4
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