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Show OUT OF DATE! Eobbin was the type of man who would never admit to being in th wrong. "I remember," he said one day at the club "I remember when I wai in Africa, staying at a little place called Buenos Aires " "Pardon me," interrupted his fellow fel-low member, Biggin, "but Bucnoi Aires is the capital of the Argentine Argen-tine republic." "Nonsense!" shouted Bobbin, always al-ways in the riht. Biggin produced a map from hi pocket. "There you are," he said. "Look for yourself." Bobbin gave one glance at the atlas and then sniffed. "You can't fool me!" he cried. "That's last year's!" |