CRUSHED.
To a young man who stood smoking a cigar at the street corner the other evening there approached the impertinent reformer of immemorial legend. “ How many cigars a day do you usually smoke?” asked the licensed meddler in other people’s affairs. “ Three,” replied the youth, as patiently as he could. Then the inquisition continued: “ How much do you pay for them? ” “ Ninepence each,” confessed the young man. “ Don’t you know, sir,” continued the sage, “ that if you would save the money, by the time you are as old as I am you would own that big building at the corner. ”
■ Do you own it? ” inquired the smoker. “ No,” replied the other. “ Well, I do,” said the young man.
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New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Volume XVI, Issue 941, 19 March 1908, Page 22
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119CRUSHED. New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Volume XVI, Issue 941, 19 March 1908, Page 22
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