The Archive · 1938

The Old, Old Story

Nor for the first time hubby came home long fatter the clock had struck midnight, had with him something which he hoped would storm that awaited him, he started, as he came bay in his Wis wife never looked up. "Go on; she said wearily.

Amnesia old farmer was dying and was giving a few parting instructions to remaining partner.

"Don't forget. Mary," he murmured in weak tones, "that Bill Jones owes mo £20." the poor dear! sobbed his wife, "Sen= sible to the last!"

"And don't forget, too, Mary," went on the Jdying man, in still weaker (ones, "that T owe Brown £2:

The widow-to-be sobbed even louder, "Oh, dear! she murmured. "He's wandering Low Mentality The World Dictator for Today

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