FumrHER to ours of the something. inst. in re mysterious railway customs, let us draw our esteemed attention to the ticket-clipping system im London's Underground, says the Showman.
This is what really does puzzle Jasmine. She means that sometimes the man clips her ticket, and sometimes he doesn't. Well, she means to say, that's all right, but why one time and why not another time?
She can't see any reason, if you see what she means.
So, the other day, she summoned up her courage and asked one of the men straight out—you know—to his face.
She tells me that he said they ought really and truly to clip all tickets, but sometimes they simply didn't feel the urge.
At that Jasmine said, Oh, I can't believe that! I mean I think you're teasing And the man said, "Well, if that's the way it you've hurt my feelings, and I'm mot saying any more."
An official of the L.P.T.B., whom I approached ~an Jasmine's behalf, had nothing to say except that it was part of the system, and that he had no idea why the tickets were clipped at all.
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