A pood story against himself is being told by a Nonconformist divine of the severe old school, who, however, is -not without a sense of humour. ■ Early one week he was travelling north. Just before he got to York lie opened the carriage window, with the result that he got a piece of grit in his eye. He rubbed it and did all the usual things, hut it still troubled him, and.every now and again he had involuntarily to wink. When he got to York he went into the buffet and asked for a glass of milk. This being served, he gulped it down, and then, realising that something was wrong, he said to the barmaid, "That wasn't milk, was it?" "Xo, sir, rum and milk." "But I asked you for milk." "Yes, v sir, but you tipped me the wink."
The form backer can't do without the Pocket Turf Register. Isow DuhlishfiiL
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Press, Volume LVII, Issue 17112, 6 April 1921, Page 9
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153Page 9 Advertisements Column 3 Press, Volume LVII, Issue 17112, 6 April 1921, Page 9
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