It was at the Saturday night ball in the East-end of London. They met at the second dance, and sat out and sat out and danced alternately until, just after midnight, lie resolved to unburden hie bosom of a load of caro. “It’s very funny, Ethel,” Tie whispered, tragically, “but that gliunlooking chap over there by the conservatory door is a-follerin’ us whereover wo goes. Wot’s ’is little game? Who is ’e?” Ethel looked in the-direction indicated. an,d answered nonchalantly: “’lui? Oh, Vs the Myko wot bought me my tickofc.” Join*!' “Tint young man who plays the cornet is ill.” Green: “Do you think ho will recover?” Jones: “I am afraid pot. The doctor wli'p is attending him lives next dcor.”-
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Gisborne Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2104, 1 February 1908, Page 1 (Supplement)
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