17 NOVEMBER 1939, page 16
Harvest Moon
By JOHN MeNEILLIE D AFT ADAM sat on the corn-chest rolling cigarettes. It was too dark for him to see what his short fingers were doing, but he rolled cigarettes one after......
Tribunal Day
By CYNTHIA SAUNDERS T HE K.C. laid his black hat and coat on a red leather chair underneath the trellised window overlooking the High Street, rubbed his hands and said, " A cold......
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