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... THE SPY. uiost remarkable Story of German Secret Service Method* ever Written, Tie author w*s sent specially Berlin to acquire information for the D.S. Government, aul has some extraordinary revelations. General Allenby’s Entry into Jerusalem. THURSDAY ...
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... SPYING In Juno Limatin published the New York Wolci• a confession of how he triad to be tlermen ipy rod endeavoured to hue a British fleet to destruction. In his rtory Lincoln said that for four or fist weeks he acted as tenser for the War Olive of Monrovia' ...
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... ' AS SPY. ABBE ■ The Abbe fessor at the kirk, who w was suinmar ing at Valen The Times He was ai ■, who , formerly pro- Our Lady at Dunarraigned as a spy i on Friday mornys a correspondent a patrol of Uhlans parish at Maing after ?morial service to his ...
... “THE SPY. More less interested in everything appear* tauung to the war, the public in general have bat faint idea, of the part the spy plays modem conflict. these islands, slow grasp but sure in retaining, have a. little knowledge the peril, and to those ...
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... SPY Yes are turned to America this Great Film depicts our Allies method of unearthing the German Spy Scourge Dont miss the Trade Show ...
... THE SPY. ROMKHILA, the gipsy woman, squatted in the open, ing of her blanket tent in a dingle of the heath, stolidly puffing her disreputable old clay pipe, and staring into the now dying embers of the wood fire, on which she had lately cooked her supper ...