Sammy Suookes had a job that didn’t please him—shovelling the snow Ironthe path in front of his house, ft warpiite a large path, and the job lookoc liko taking up the best part of tin morning. After about two hours’ toi ho began to cry. “ WhatV the mat ter, Sammy?” asked a sympatheti' neighbor. “800-hoo!” sobbed Sammy “ A tramp camo along just now an stoic the shovel from the boy ncx door.” “ Sammy,” said tin neighbor, , 11 it’s very kind of you t have so much sympathy, but yoi mustn’t let other people’s affairs upsei you so.” “It ain’t that,” said Sammy. “ I’m crying because lie didn’t steal my shovel, too!”
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Evening Star, Issue 19664, 17 September 1927, Page 13
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111Page 13 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Star, Issue 19664, 17 September 1927, Page 13
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