Two backwoodsmen knocked at the door of a cabin at the edge of the forest. “Sorry to trouble you, Ed,” said one of them to the farmer who opened the door. “We just come across the dead body of a man over there in the hollow, and we kind of thought it was you.” “That so?” asked the farmer. “What’d he look like?” “Well, he was about your build.” “Have on grey flannel suit?” “That’s right.” “Boots?” “Yes, he was wearing boots.” • “Was they hip boots or knee boots?” persisted the farmer. “Let’s see, which was they, Charlie? Oh, yes, they was hip boots.” “No,” said the farmer at last, after thinking hard, “it wasn’t me.”
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Wairarapa Times-Age, 19 October 1938, Page 2
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