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father, Albert Maiden, here that the Rejner
had arrived safely in New York and
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from Africa. He k
had
no0fled whether he would be
'discharged from the Navy or not.
After a trip to Washington they
will start for home, stopping in Iowa
for a visit, as Harold has a leave of
some length
She found his condi-
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tion to be somewhat worse than she
nounce had thought.
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Choice flowers and
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Big-Top To Show Splendid Groups Of Artists
And Menagerie In Coquille, September 12
Fuhrman's
Pharmacy
from where I sit
Sam Abernethy*! the Chief
Rumor-Splker in our town.
If a stranger gets off some
thing like-“I hear they’ve sunk
the S. S. Bumblebee,” Sam starts
pinning him down. Did he really
see It? Where’s the evidence?
Because Sam knows, like the
rest of us, that nine-tenths of the
“inside news” passed around by
careless folk Isn’t rumor—It's lies
planted by the Axis to destroy
American morale.
Take these itamers aboat
drinking in oar Army Camps.
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