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“Nothing that you may have done
troubles me in the least," she as
oured him. “I do wish that you
could put It all out of your mind
and let me help you to make a fresh
Start."
I may put the thing itself out of
my mind,” he answered sadly, “but
the consequences remain.”
“There Is a consequence which
threatens?" she asked.
He was silent for a moment,
When he spoke again, he had recov
ered his courage.
“There Is the cola In the air of
which I spoke.” he replied. “Let
us forget it for a moment. Of the
minor things I will make you my
Judge. Ledsam and Margaret are
coming to my party tomorrow night.
You, too, shall be my guest. Such
secrets as lie oq the other side of
that wall shall be yours. After that,
If I survive your Judgment of them,
Into and If the coin which I havq tjhrown
tnl air comes down to the tune
I call—after that—I will remind
you of something which happened
last night—of something which, if
I live for many years, I shall never
forget.”
She leaned toward Mm. Her eyes
were heavy with longing. Her arms,
“Last Night Was So Long Ago.
Won’t You Take a Later Mem
ory?”
sweet and white in the dusky twi
light, stole hesitatingly out.
«< Last night was so long ago.
Won’t you take—a later memory?”
Once again she lay in his arms,
still and content.
As they crossed the lawn, an
hour or so later, they wjre con
fronted by Hedges—who hastened,
In fact, to meet them.
“You are being asked for on the
telephone, sir," h* announced. “It
is a trunk call. I have switched it
through to the study. M
"Any name?" Sir Timothy asked
indifferently.
The man hesitated. His eyes
sought his master’s respectfully but
charged with meaning.
"The person refuses to give his
Same, sir, but I fancied that I rec
ognized his yolce. I think it would
be as well for you to speak, sir. »»
Lady Cynthia sank Into a chair.
“You shall go and answer your
telephone call,” she said, “and
leave Hedges to serve me with one
of those strange drinks. I believe
I see some of my favorite orange
ade.”
Sir Timothy made his way Into
the house and into the low, oak
beamed study with its dark furni
ture and latticed windows. The tel
ephone bell began to ring again as
he entered. He took up the re
ceiver.
w Sir Timothy?” a rather hoarse,
strained voice asked.
“I am speaking,” Sir Timothy re
plied. “Who Is speaking? »»
The man at the other end spoke
as though he were , out of breath.
Nevertheless, what he said was dis
tinct enough.
“I am John Walter. *»
“Well? I
“I am Just ringing you up," the
voice went on, "to give you what's
called a sporting chance. There’s
a boat from Southampton midday
tomorrow. If you’re wise, you’ll
catch It. Or better still, get off on
your own yacht They carry a wire
less now, these big steamers. Don’t
give a criminal much of a chance,
does it?”
“I am to understand, then," Sir
Timothy said calmly, "that you
have laid your Information? ■
“I’ve parted with It and serve
you right,” was the bitter reply.
"I’m not saying that you’re not a
brate man, Sir Timothy, but there’s
such a thing as being foolhardy,
and that’s what you are. I wasn’t
asking you for half your fortune,
nor even a dab of it. but If your life
wasn’t worth a few hundred pounds
—you, with all that money—well, It
wasn't worth saving. So now you
know'. I’ve spent nlnepence to
give you a chance to hop It, because
I met a gent who has been good to
me. I’ve had a good dinner nnd I
feel merciful. So there you are.”
"Do I gather,” Sir Timothy asked,
In a perfectly level tone, “that the
deed Is already done?”
“It's already done, and done
thoroughly,” was the uncompromis
ing answer. * “I’m not ringing up
to ask you to change your mind. If
^ou were to offer me five thousand
new, dr ten, I couldn’t stop tfih
bally thing. You’ve a sporting
chance of getting away If you start
at once. That’s all there Is to it.”
“You have nothing more to say?”
“Nothing! Only I wish to God
I’d never stepped into, that May
fair agency, I wish I’d never gone
to Mrs. Hllditch’s as a temporary
butler. I wish I’d never seen any
one of you! That’s all. You can
go to h—I which way you like, only,
If you take my advice, you’ll ge by
tha way of South America. The
scaffold isn’t every man's fancy."
There was a burr of the Instru
ment and then silence. Sir Timo
thy carefully replaced the receiver,
paused on his way out of the room
to smell a great bowl of lavender,
and passed back Into the garden.
I More applicants for Invitations?”
Lady Cynthia Inquired lazily.
Her host smiled.
added, Not., exactly! Although,” he
“as a matter of fact my
party would have been perhaps a
little more complete with the pres
ence of the. person to whom I have
been speaking.
Lady Cynthia pointed to the
stream, down which the punt was
slowly drifting. The moon had
gone behind a cloud, and Francis’
figure, as he stood there, was un
defined and ghostly. A thought
seemed to flash into her mind. She
leaned forward.
“Once,” she sal 1, “he told me
that he was your i r.emy. >»
“The term Is a little melo
dramatic,” Sir Timothy protested.
“We look at certain things from op
posite points of view. You see, my
prospective son-in-law, if ever he
becomes that, represents the law—
the Law with a capital *L’—which
recognizes no human errors or
weaknesses, and judges crime out
of the musty books of the law-givers
of old. He makes of the law a me
chanical thing which can neither
bend nor give, and he judges hu
manity from the same standpoint.
Yet at heart he is a good fellow and
I like him.
“And you?”
“My weakness Ues the other
way,” he confessed, “and my sym
pathy is with those who do not fear
to make their own laws.”
She held out her hand, white and
spectral in the momentary gloom.
At the other end of the lawn, Fran
cis and Margaret were disembark
ing from the punt.
a Does It sound too shockingly ob
vious,” she murmured, “if I say that
I want to make you my law? »l
It would have puzzled anybody,
except, perhaps, Lady Cynthia her
self, to have detected the slightest
alteration in Sir Timothy’s de
meanor during the following day,
when fie made fitful appearances
at the Sanctuary, or at the dinner
which was served a little earlier
than usual, before his final de
parture for the scene of the fes
tivities. Once he paused In the
act of helping himself to some dish
and listened for a moment to the
sound of voices In the hall, and
when a taxicab drove up he set
down bis glass and again betrayed
some Interest.
■ The maid with my frock, thank
heavens!” Lady Cynthia announced,
glancing out of the window. “My
last anxiety Is removed. I am
looking forward now to a wonder
ful night."
“You may very easily be disap
pointed.” her host warned her. “My
entertainment appeals mere, as a
rule, to men.”
■ Why don’t you be thoroughly
original and Issue no Invitations to
women at all?” Margaret Inquired.
“For the same reason that you
adorn your rooms and the dining
table with flowers,” he answered.
"One needs them as a relief. Apart
from that. I am really proud of my
dancing-room, and there again, you
see, your sex Is necessary.”
"We are flattered,” Margaret
dared, with a little bow. “It does
seem queer to think that you should
own what Cynthia’s cousin, Davy
Hinton, once f*t ’ me was the best
floor In London, and that I have
never danced on it.”/
“Nor I,” Lady Cynthia put la.
“There might have been some ex
cuse for not asking you, Mar
garet, but why an ultra-bohemian
like myself has hid to beg and
plead for an Invitation I really can
not Imagine. »»
“You might find,” Sir Timothy
said, “you may evrn now—that some
of my men guests are not altogether
to your liking.
4« Quite content to take my risk,”
Lady Cynthia declared cheerfully.
“The man with the best manners I
ever met—it was at one of Maggie’s
studio dances, too—was a book
maker. And a retired prize-fighter
brought me home once from an Al
bert Hall dance."
"How did he behave?” Francis
asked. <
“He was wistful but restrained,”
Lady Cynthia replied, “quite the
gentleman, In fact.”
“You encourage me to hope for
the best,” Sir Timothy said, rising
to his feet. "You will excuse me
now? I have a few final prepara
tions to make.”
“Are we to be allowed,” Mar
garet inquired, “to come across the
park ?”
“You would not find It convenient,”
’her father assured her. “You had
better order a car, say for ten
o’clock. Don’t forget to bring your
cards of Invitation, and find me Im
mediately you arrive. I wish to
direct your proceedings to some ex
tent.”
, Lady Cynthia strolled across with
him to the postern-gate and stood
by his side after he had opened It.
Several of the animals, erasing In
different parts of the park, pricked
up their ears at the .sound. An old
mare came hobbling toward him; a
flea-bitten gray came trotting down
the field, his head In the air, neigh
ing loudly.
“You waste a great deal of ten
demess upon your animal friends,
dear boat,” she murmured.
At the entrance to the great gates
of the Walled House two men in
livery were standing. One of them
examined with care the red cards
of invitation, and as soon as he was
satisfied the gates were opened by
come unseen agency. The moment
(he car had passed through, they
were closed agnin.
"Father seems thoroughly medie
val over this business," Margaret re
marked, looking about her with In
terest. i What a qwiint courtyard,
tool It really Is qu:‘e Italian. >»
‘It seems almost incredible that
you have never been here!" Lady
Cynthia exclaimed “Curious! ty
would have brought rue if I had had
to climb over the wall!”
“It does, seem absurd in one way,”
Margaret agreed, “but, as a matter
of fact, tu.v father’s attituie about
the place has always rather set me
against It. I didn’t feel that there
was any pleasure to be gained by
coming here. I won’t tell you really
what I did think. We must keep
to our bargain. W’e are not to an
ticipate.
At the front entrance, under the
covered portico, the white tickets
which they had received In ex
change for their tickets of Invita
tion, were carefully collected by aB
oihlr man, who stopped tEe Far a
few yards from the broad, curving
steps. After that, there was no
more suggestion of Inhospltallty.
The front doors, which were of
enormous size and height, seemed
to have been removed, and in the
great domed hall beyond Sir Timo
thy was already receiving guests.
Being without wraps, the little
party made an immediate entrance.
Sir Timothy, who was talking to
one of the best-known of the for
eign ambassadors, took a step for
ward to meet them.
a Welcome, he said, “you, the
most unique party, at least, amongst
my guests. Prince, may I present
you to my daughter, Mrs. Hllditeh?
Lady Cynthia Milton and Mr. Led
sam you know, I believe.
Sir Timothy, later, In a mo
ment’s respite from the Inflowing
stream of guests, came once more
across to them.
“I am going to leave you, my hon
ored guests from the Sanctua ry.” I
he said, with a faint smile, “to your
selves for a short time. In the room
to your left, supper Is being served.
I want you to meet me In a room
which I will show you, at a quarter
to twelve.”
He led them down one of the cor
ridors which opened from the hall.
Before the first door on the right a
man-servant was standing as though
on sentry duty. Sir Timothy
tapped the panel of the door with
his forefinger.
“This Is my sanctum;*' he an
nounced, “I allow no one In here
without special permission. I find
It useful to have a place to which
one can come and rest quite quietly
sometimes. Williams here has no
other duty except to guard the en
trance. Williams, you will allow
this gentleman and these two ladies
to pass at a quarter to twelve. »>
* The man looked at them search
lngly.
Certainly, sir,” he said, “No
one else? -•
No one, under any pretext.
Sir Timothy hurried bnek to the
hall, and the others followed him
In more leisurely fashion. They
were all three full of curiosity.
■ I never dreamed,” Margaret de
clared, as she looked around her,
"that I should ever find myself In
side this house. It has always
seemed to me like one great blue
beard’s chamber. If ever my father
spoke of It at all, It was as of
a place which he Intended to con
vert Into a sort of miniature Hell.”
Sir Timothy leaned back to speak
to them as they passed.
“You will find a friend over there,
he said.
Wllmore turned around and faced
them. The two men exchanged
somewhat surprised greetings.
“No idea that I was coming until
this afternoon,” Wllmore explained.
"I got my card at five o'clock, with
a note from Sir Timothy’s secre
tary. I am racking my brains to im
agine what It can mean. »*
“We're all a little addled,” Fran
cis confessed. “Come and join our
tour of exploration. You know
Lady Cynthia. Let me present you
to Mrs. Hllditeh. ■
The Introduction was effected and
they all strolled on together. Mar
garet and Lady Cynthia led the way
Into the winter-garden, a palace of
glass, tall palms, banks of exotics,
flowering fion, shrubs of every descrip
and a fountain, with wonder
fully carved water nymphs,
brought with its basin from Italy.
Hidden In the foliage, a small or
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GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
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THE SCHOOL NEWS BOX |
(Continued from Page 3)
simply can’t express my thanks
for this lovely bouquet.
Intelligent Student—Why don’t
you sent them by parcel post
then ?
Did the speaker electrify his
audience ?
No he merely gassed it.
Student to Mr. Baynard, after
being told to leave the room—
Haven’t you a bit of pity in your
heart ?
Mr. Baynard, looking at his
right shoe—No, but I have a good
arch in my foot.
Policeman to man carrying suit
case—What have you got in that
bag?
Man—None of your business.
It’s sugar for my tea.
Policeman (cracking him on the
head with his club)—Well, here’s
a lump for your cocoa.
James Knox—My alarm clock
went off at 2 o’clock this morning.
Frank Pittman—Didn’t it come
back?
Ernest Carlisle—I have a chance
for the track team.
Elmer Griffin—What! Are they
going to raffle it off?
Mr. Baynard—Do you know how
these rats got in here?
Hunky Jonfes—Naw.
Mr. Baynard—Correct, sit down.
Customer—I want that pretty
fm- in tbo window ,
Clerk—Oh. You mean skunk?
The clerk is resting-as well as
can be expected.
Thank goodness that’s over, said
Homer Key as he kicked a field
goal.
No, Jackie, a bridal party has
nothing to do with a horse.
Tailor—Sir, your coat is coming
off.
Customer—Oh, no it isn't.
Tailor—Oh, yes dotl itja, unless you
pay me that ten ars you owe
me.
Boston Terrier—I am br*bke, Mr.
Airedale. Lend me a couple of
bones.
NORTH SIDE SCHOOL
Beginners’ Grade.
All this week we have been
busy drawing, coloring and cut
ting out animals which are now
in parade over the blackboard.
We have finished our pre
primer lessons and are beginning
to read in our new books.
We are learning to make ovals,
slants and words containing the
one space letters. Next week
we will begin to correlate our
lessons with the story of “Tlie
First Thanksgiving Day.”
First Grade A.
The First Grade A children are
having story work about the Pil
grims. A picture of a Pilgrim
village with the Indian wigwams
in view, is on the blackboard and
the children enjoy it very much.
They are learning a Thanksgiv
ing poem.
Second Grade A.
A number of children from
Third Grade B gave a recitation
in concert, of Wynken, Blynken
and Nod, for Second Grade A on
Monday, which we enjoyed very
much.
Children of Second Grade A
were delighted with a visit, in
play, which we made to the wig
wam of little Hiawatha Tues
day.
We enjoyed going with Hia
watha to the shores of Gitchee
Gurnee and wandering through
the dark gloomy forest behind the
wigwams. Hiawatha showed us
all the birds and beasts of the
forest.
Emelie Powell, Marie Eason
and Jake Berry were rocked to
sleep in Hiawatha’s little linden
cradle while the class sang soft
ly “Ewa, Yea, my little owlet. M
We delighted listening to the
stories that Hiawatha had Noko
mis tell us.
Third Grade A.
Third Grade A enrolled two
order and neatness and also for
beauty, as we are making a bor
der of drawings to decorate the
walls. I
We find the arithmetic prac
tice test pads, which the school
so kindly bought for us, very in
teresting.
The main sports of the girls
and boys are volley ball and foot
ball.
Gordon Futral, Class Reporter.
Sixth Grade A.
Last week was test week.
Everyone was eagerly awaiting
their report cards Wednesday.
Charlotte Tyus, Class Reporter.
Seventh Grade A.
Next week we are going to in
clude room neatness in our con
tests.
Rice Grantham was the only
one who made one hundred per
cent in behavior for the October
school month. However, 17 girls
and 6 boys made A.
In October contests the girls
heat the boys 4068 to 3822 points.
Of course, the girls dislike to
beat the boys, but it can’t be
helped.
Nelle English, Sam Bailey
School Reporter.
new members this week, Lois Mc
Kenzie and Sallie Mae Mills.
Frances Helms made highest
average in spelling last month,
having missed only four words in
both oral and written work.
Thomaa Hammond stood longest
Tuesday in a spelling match cov
ering the entire work of the past
two months.
Frances Helms, Thomas Ham
mond and Edna Belle Oates are
the only members of the class
who have made two headmarks
each in spelling.
Excellent stories about Thanks
giving of the class in Good
members of the class in Good
English this week. Pupils de
serving Special mention for good
papers are Roy Lee Peurifoy,
Sarah Beeland, Erline Foulkner,
Thomas Hammond, v Cecil Pryor,
Nell Porter, Louise Huckaby,
Frances Helms and Alma Bon
ner.
Third Grade B.
Third Grade B children enjoy
ed reciting the poem, “Wynken,
Blynken and Nod,” to the chil
dren in the other grades at
North Side school this week.
The children doing especially
well in good English work this
week are Daraal Wright, Wayne
McKneely, Inez Martin, Ewell
Atkinson, Katie Leach, Lewis Mil
ler, Leo Brookins, Willie Cook,
Evelyn Doke, Florence Masters,
Elmo Hays.
SAM BAILEY SCHOOL.
Fourth Grade.
The A-l spellers in our room
for the past week are Rufus Eas
on, Mary Nell Grantham, Helen
Shockley, Florence Tanksley and
Raymond Tindaie. We welcome
two boys on our list.
The thing that I enjoyed most
at the circus, which was here
last Friday was the clown acro
bat which acted on the trapeze.
There were two other acrobats
also but they weren’t nearly so
interesting. The clown held one
in suspense when he acted, by
pretending to fall and then catch
ing on to the bar and swinging
up again. -
He would stand on top of the
bar and holding on with both
hands, would fall back, then turn
ing loose the bar, he would glide
through the air like a paper air
plane, landing on his feet on top
of the next bar.
John Rosser, Class Reporter.
—--- Fifth Grade C.
We enjoy the ^coming of Mr.
Lester very much. He says very
nice things about our room and
how clean we keep it.
Last week was test week, and
all tried to make A in everything.
Tuesday was Armistice Day,
and we took one period to learn
the poem, “In Flanders Field. »»
Minnie Ruth Suggs, Class
Reporter.
Fifth Grade B.
After hearing how to display
and respect the flag the follow
ing program was held on Arm
istice Day:
Scmg, “America. -•
Recitation, “The Land of Lib
erty,” Martha Starr.
Story, “The Man Without a
Country,” Marion Rogers.
Recitation, “Pierrot Goes,” Sara
Bowden.
Declamation, “Tubal Cain, »»
Woodrow Peurifoy, *
Song, “Star Spangled Banner,”
Margaret White, Class
Reporter.
Fifth Grade A.
Report cards were given out
Wednesday. We were *lad to
know that we still have an A-l
grade in deportment.
We enjoyed the siient reading
test Tuesday.
Each pupil read at least one
classic during the month. Sev
eral have read more.
Sixth Grade B.
Our teacher is going to give
prizes to the boy and the girl
who make the best showing in
penmanhsip for this month, and
all of us are trying to win and
have already shown marked im
provement.
We are proud of our record for
not having any tardies since
school began.
Our room is striving for
■
We never idle act.
spcllj m all
We read, and iiiici
Divide, and then subtree
School! School!
school,
There's no place like home:
■■M
except, if
The dear old Fourth Ward *
school. ■
And some day when we’ve all m
grown up
And maybe learn to teach.
Some boys may be a president,
And some may want to preach.
We’ll love the little children, - \
And wish it was the rule 1
For all the good and pretty ones
To go to the Fourth Ward school. m
ft
School! School! Sweet, sweet
school,
For everybody’s happy—
That goes to the Fourth Ward
School.
SIXTH GRADB M
Mabel Garrett, Iris Waller, Sadie
Belle Criah, Mary Brown, Marie
Pannell, Agnes Bryant, Etta Jones,
H. S. Roberts, Jack Morris, James
Cook, Edward Tillery, Henry Jack
son, Troy Jones, Robert Dupree,
and Perry Alford made perfect
records in spelling this week.
SAM BAILEY ANNEX
(Eleanor Walker, Reporter)
As this is the first report print
ed in The School Box from Sam
Bailey Annex, I will tell some
thing of each of the five grades
here.
First Grade.
Mrs. Anna Banks Johnson is
principal of the school and teacher
of the First grade. She has 33
pupils. They have finished the.
chart and are now enjoying their
flrRt reader * and workin * 0B a
Thanksgiving song.
Second Grade.
Miss Blanche Bailey is teacher
of the Second grade. She gives a
star for each perfect lesson, and
the girl and boy having the most
stars at the end of a month are
captains the next month. Frances
Prothro and Cooper Mills were
captains in October; Louise Baxter
and Cooper Mills this month.
There are 38 in this
Third Grade.
Miss Mathilde Brown is teacher
of this grade and has 33 pupils.
They are all trying to be good
little Americans, so their school,
town and country will be proud of
them. They are now enjoying “A
Journey to Healthland,” by An
dress. The books read by some
of the pupils during the past
month are: “About Harry »» « The
Three Gays in Maine,” “The Three
Gays in Merrytown,” “Uncle Tom,
Andy, Bill,” “Bunny Brown and
Sister Sue at Their Country
Home,” “Abe, the Cave Man, »»
U Fifty Funny Animal Tales,” “The
Bobbsy Twins, >» «( The Eskimo
Twins,” “Washington’s Boyhood,”
U Friends and Cousins.”
Fourth Grade.
Miss Nannie Merritt is Fourth
grade teacher and has 33 pupils.
Miss Merritt makes our new
studies, history and geography,
very interesting for us and we all.
like them. Those getting all A’s
on their report cards this month
were Cheney Walker, Rosalind
Mills, Eleanor Walker and Her
shell Kierbow.
Fourth Grade.
Mrs. Lucia Hallyburton teaches
this gride, and bas 32 pupils.
FOURTH WARD
A number of people have asked
for the words to our Fourth Ward
song, so we are sending it in this
week from the Third grade.
We are little children,
We go to the Fourth Ward school,
We study hard our lessons,
And keep the Golden Rule.
Mr. Berry is our Principal,
The best one in this town.
Mr. Lester's Superintendent,
The finest to be found.
School! School! Sweet, sweet
school,
There's no place like home:
except,
The dear old Fourth Ward
school.
Mrs. Pritchard is our teacher,
She loves us, you can see,
And that is just the reason
We’re good as we can be.
We take our seats and look quite
Page” 5&3“
On Friday the grade had an
arithmetic match. The captains
were Julia Mae Brannon and
Douglas Gibson. Douglas’ side
won.—Etta Jones, Reporter.
SIXTH GRADE L
On Tuesday we observed Armi
stice Day with interesting and ap
propriate exercises. At the open
ing of school all the pupils stood—
at salute while the school flag was
raised to the top of the flag pole.
At 19:35 the whole school as
& .....
dembled the hail, where j ’■
in lower
the program was rendered.
Our grade contributed the fol
lowing: _____________
Bible Reading—Tilden Purdy.
The American’s Creed—Class.
Armistice Day—Tom Bledsoe.
The American’s Creed—Bcuk i
Autry. <
We Shall Not Sleep—Class.
The Third grade introduced the
flags of the Allied nations.
The spelling team, led by Ann
Stuckey, won in the spelling
match.—Beulah Autry, Reporter.
SEVENTH GRADE
On Monday of this week we had
the meeting of our literary society
on account of a necessary post
ponement from Friday. The fol
lowing program waa rendered: *
Reading—Pauline Melton. ■
Jokes—Allene Brindle.
Reading—Martha Jones.
Tableau, “The Age of Innocence”
—Martha Weaver.
Duet—Emily Smith and Gwen
dolyn Branan. o
Recitation—Sara Hamric.
44 A Faculty Meeting” — Mr.
Berry impersonated by Marguerite
Powell. til
Miss Lord by Doris Flewellen. ■4m
Miss Mathews by Lillian Daniel.
Miss Brisendine by Christine
Martin.
Miss Wolcott by Martha Jones.
Miss Ruff by Martha Wteaver.
Mrs. Pritchard by Edna How
ard.
Miss Gresham by Emily Smith.
Miss Morgan by Marthalyn Tur
h er -
On Tuesday from 10:30 to 11
o’clock the school assembled in
the main hall of this school and
celebrated Armistice Day and the
honored heroes of the World War.
Our attendance has been very
good this week, as we have only
-
had one absent and no tardies,—
Marguerite Powell, Reporter.
SOMETHING NEW
A Civil War veteran had spent
a week at a New York hoteL
When he went to pay his bill the
clerk asked: “What was your
rank,? »»
<» Oh, just a private,” the old m
soldier replied. ,* I
“Well, I won’t charge you any
thing. You are the first private
I have ever met. *•
More than a million dollars a
week is spent for chewing gum
in America.
An average of 500,000 people
are unemployed in Great Bi
at all times. ftl: