HERE'S ONE
17th July 1928, Page 41
17th July 1928
Page 41
Page 41, 17th July 1928
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They were on night-trek in Sussex and had broken down beside a small wood.
In the middle of repairs Bill, the sentimentalist, paused with uplifted spanner " 'Ark at that nightingale ! " he cooed. "Makes yer feel all mushy, don't it?"
" Thirsty, more like," grumbled his math. "Curse the blinkin' bird. First it makes a bubblin' noise, an' then it says 'jug, jug, jug' till me tongue's fair 'engin' out for a beer."