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it, I believe ; but it made no end of a difference to 

 his pronunciation till he got a new lot shoved in. 

 Just like that old Johnnie in the play Overland 

 something or other who lost his false set of teeth 

 on a desert island, and couldn't make any of the 

 other Johnnies understand him. 



Second Sp. I've never had any difficulty with 

 my smoking. I always make a habit of carrying 

 my smokes in the left side of my mouth. 



Young Sp. Oh, but you're pretty certain to 

 get the smoke or the ashes or something blown 

 slap into your eyes just as you're going to loose 

 off. No. (With decision.) I'm off my smoke when 

 the popping begins. 



Second Sp. Don't be too hard on yourself, my 

 boy. They tell me there are precious few birds in 

 the old planting this year, so you can treat your- 

 self to a cigarette when you get there. It never 

 pays to trample on one's longing for tobacco too 

 much. 



Young Sp. No, by Jove. Old Eeggie Morris 

 told me of a fellow he met somewhere this year, 

 who goes regularly into training for shooting. 

 Never touches baccy from August to February, 

 and limits his drink to three pints a day, and no 



