A STRANGER in Aberdeen stopped a man in the street and asked for a match, which he got.
"My friend," be said, "I see you use our matches, and my firm has authorized me to hand over a guinea to every man I meet who produces one of those box He passed over the money and turned away, but he had not gone far before he heard the other shouting to him to stop.
"Here, said the Scot as he came up. "I thocht there wad be a catch in it. Ye're awa' wa' ma matches."
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