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“ Yes, this is bad weather,” said Senator Tillman on a day of rain ami sleet. “It is nothing to London, though. “ Once, on a dripping water day in London, a sulphur-brown or pea-soup fog in the air, and everybody drenched to the skin, I sat on a ’bus top beside a Parses in a red fez. “ When the Parsec got off, the driver of the ’bus, touching his hat with his whip, said to me: “ ‘ Would you mind f ellin’ me, sir, what sort o’ chap that is?' “‘He’s a Parsee,’ said I. ‘An Indian, you know; a sun worshipper.’ “‘Worships the sun, does he, sir?’ said the wet and shivering driver. ‘ I suppose lie's come ’ere to ’ave a rest?’”

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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XLV, Issue 2, 13 July 1910, Page 54

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Page 54 Advertisements Column 2 New Zealand Graphic, Volume XLV, Issue 2, 13 July 1910, Page 54

Page 54 Advertisements Column 2 New Zealand Graphic, Volume XLV, Issue 2, 13 July 1910, Page 54

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