A London Report
Complaining at Tottenham of assault, a woman said this was the second time the same man had assaulted her.
“I took no notice when he kicked me the first time,” she said, “because it was dark, and I took it to be my husband.”
“Then I saw it was a stranger, and I screamed.”
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“I hate to be a kicker, and generally stand for peace; but the wheel that does the squeaking is the wheel that gets the grease.”—Kipling.
Our Rural Mail Box
I. Scream—You ask me to publish the story entitled “Heaven’s Above” and I am herewith complying, poetical style:
I kissed the dimple in her chin,
Her cheeks suffused with red;
Reprovingly she looked at me,
“Heaven’s above!” she said.
Maybe you don’t think that this is the true version, but it is the only one we can think of at present.
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Yucan Haver—Your friend, when he said you had eyes like a certain star, probably referred to Ben Turpin’s.
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Al A. Baster—Yes, it is very embarrassing for the young man who tries to stop a lady’s nose-bleed by putting a bunch of cold keys down her back, especially if it is at a fancy dress ball.
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George—Good looks, money, a car, help along the male flirt—but the only indispensable requisite is a chilled steel nerve.
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