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Show Golf Bulbs Little Joan had been promoted to a garden of her own, and Joan's father had been using strange oaths about the diminution on his stock of golf balls. He was perambulating the garden gar-den when he noticed a curious whitish protuberance In Joan's section, and Investigated. In-vestigated. The culprit was summoned. sum-moned. "Well," she said, "you did say that you wished you could grow golf balls In the garden 'cos they're an dear, so I thought I'd try for a surprise. sur-prise. And I've watered them every day, and now you've gone and spoiled everything." And Joan's father, regarding re-garding half a dozen muddy objects, stole away with a sense of guilt to buy more balls and to find a hiding place for them. London Chronicle. |