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Mr Boris Morris

However Mr Boris Morris was morgan thankful for his narrow escape is largely put down to his happy knack of being in the right place at the right place. For stance, Boris was the one whom cornered Miss Pearl Staines at her impromtu but light-hearted garbage partly.

«Miss Staines» he had shouted «how come you never invited yer sister to the do?»

«For the same reason I didn't invite you Mr Morris» she replight reaching for anoven helping.

Boris was no fudge, he quickly melted into the backcloth like an old cake, slighly taking candy shots of Miss Staines with her relatively.

«She won't invite me to the next do either» he remarked out loud with above average clarity.

Boris was elsie the man whom got the photies of the Dupe of Bedpan doing things at the anyearly jap festival, much to the supper of the Duchess set. Thus then was Boris Morris a man of great reknown and familiarity, accepted at do's of the wealthy and the poor alike hell. He was knew as the jew with a view, and he had. Not long after one of his more well known escapades, he was unfortunable to recieve a terrible blow to his ego. He was shot in the face at a Hunt Ball but nobody peaple found out till the end becaugh they all thought it was a clever mask.

«What a clever mask that man has on,» was heard once or twig.

It was not the end of Boris as you might well imargin, but even before his face set he was to easily recognizable at most places, with peaple pointing at him saying thing like «What a good shot» and other. All this set Boris thinking, specially in the morning when he was shaving his scabs, as only he knew how.

«Must fix this blob of mine» he'd smile over a faceful of blotting paper.

«You certainly must dear» said his amiable old wife, «what with me not getting any younger.»