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"Be hanged to your bad name," scoffed the wasp. "A short life and a merry
one, say I."
"A busy life and a useful one, rather," said the bee. "I am proud to be the
friend of man."
"Good heavens!" shouted the wasp. "Here comes old Bless-my-Soul bent on
murder. Look out! I'm going for his neck."
Old Bless-my-Soul slashed wildly with his table-napkin and slew the bee. He
went back triumphantly with his spoil.
"A bee!" shouted everybody. "I thought it was a wasp. I didn't know bees
were like that."
"All insects are vicious," said old Bless-my-Soul.
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Another Impending Apology.
"LONDON PAVILION. CHEERIO! at 8.30.--'Just the thing for a dull
evening.'"--_Daily News._
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"A few of the waiting women abandoned hope of getting potatoes, and
substituted the purchase by parsnips and sweres."--_Daily Mirror._
In the circumstances who shall blame them?
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