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Pat’s Luck.

Traveller: Get on. man; get on! Wake up your nag. Driver: Shure, Sor, I haven’t the heart to bate him. Traveller: What’s the matter with him? Is he sick?

Driver: No, Sor, he’s not sick, but it’s unlucky ’e is, Sor, unlucky! You see, Sor. every morning, afore T put ’im in the car, I tosses ’im whether ’e’ll have a feed of oats, or I’ll have a dhrink of whiskey, an’ the poor baste has lost five mornings running!

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https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/periodicals/NZGRAP19010209.2.77.4

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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVI, Issue VI, 9 February 1901, Page 282

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Pat’s Luck. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVI, Issue VI, 9 February 1901, Page 282

Pat’s Luck. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVI, Issue VI, 9 February 1901, Page 282