“ For months I couldn’t discover where ray husband spent, his evenings.” “ And now did you find out? ” “ Why, one evening I went home and there he was!” He was too conceited to press his suit well, and the girl felt bored. His talk was mostly of his own small deeds and his aspirations. “ Doncher know I’m one of the Guards. Matilda, and ? ” “ Really,” she interrupted with a yawn and a smile. “ Fire —shin—Home—Life—railway— mud—or just plain black, Tom? ” < Hens take a holiday in the winter. Preserve eggs now with SHARLAXD'S EGG PRESERVATIVE and have a plentiful supply when they are scarce. —[Advt.J
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Evening Star, Issue 24280, 22 August 1942, Page 6
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102Page 6 Advertisements Column 6 Evening Star, Issue 24280, 22 August 1942, Page 6
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