“By Jove! there goes my ‘birdie” exclaimed a swell, dodging round a corner and drugging his companion after him. <« Where is she f’ excitedly asked the other, “It isn’t a she. It’s my tailor,” “Your tailor! Why do you call him your birdie 1” “Because he is always presenting his bill.” They say (hat nobody ever dies in Nantucket; they simply dry up, “We ain’t no chickens,” said an old inhabitant the other day. “The boy next to me is ninety three, I am eighty-nine ; the hoy on the other side of me is eighty-five, and tho youngest sister beyond is the baby, heiog only sovouly-niue.” Then they all begin to discuss what they will do during the next ton years.—New York Tribune,
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Temuka Leader, Issue 1543, 17 August 1886, Page 3
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123Page 3 Advertisements Column 1 Temuka Leader, Issue 1543, 17 August 1886, Page 3
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