COLD WHEN ROASTED.
ON THE HONEYMOON.
Playwright: ‘ This is a cold world.’ Critic : ‘ Well, you’re a strange duck complaining about the cold when you got such a roasting this morning.’
The Count : * Do you remember my first love-letter to you, dear ?' Dora : * Yes. I remember you spelt hoping with two ps.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XV, Issue VIII, 24 August 1895, Page 248
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51COLD WHEN ROASTED. ON THE HONEYMOON. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XV, Issue VIII, 24 August 1895, Page 248
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