If the Old Gentleman who traditionally digests the London Times ("The Thunderer") with his breakfast kipper had received no forewarning, he probably kicked over his gout stool in amazement when he picked up his paper last Monday morning. In size, shape and general character, it was the same old Times. In the notice columns of the front page "Maisie" was still trying to get "Howard"' to call the Bayswater number; Old Boys were being besought by their headmasters to contribute a little something to St. Swiffen's; land was going begging in South...
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