THE OLD, OLD STORY.
A pretty girl applied at the general delivery window of the post office, and smiling at the bashful clerk she twittered: ‘ls there any mail here for me?’ ‘I—I—l beg your pardon, Miss,’ replied the clerk, blushing in four colours all warranted to wash. ‘I said is there any mail here for me?’ she twittered again, with a smile, pints.’ ‘I—I don’t know, Miss. I’ll ask some of the other boys. I’d like to be, bu,t you come too late, for I’m already bespoke by another girl.’ The postmaster gave the young man a few lessons before he let him take charge of-a window again.
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New Zealand Graphic, 1 July 1899, Page 32
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109THE OLD, OLD STORY. New Zealand Graphic, 1 July 1899, Page 32
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