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Show Charging It Up - An Aberdeen merchant called his son into his office the other day and unbosomed himself as follows: "I haven't been feeling quite so well for a few days past, Weelum, and so I have Just made my will, leaving everything to you." "Oh, father," said the son, "I don't like to discuss these affairs with you at all. I hope you live for mnny years yet, I'm sure." "So do I, Weelum, so do I, but I Just called to tell you that the lawyer'! law-yer'! fee for making out the will is 80 shillings, on' this sum will be kept off your next week's pay." |