The Ever-Open Jaw
Sheffield Evening Telegraph, Monday 30 March 1914
Mr. Snooker was growing tired of the conversation, which was as one-sided as it was persistent. “I think, my dear,” he said, when there was an edgewise chance, “I’ll take you to the theatre to-night. The play would suit you. It’s called ‘The Ever-Open Jaw,’ or something of the kind.”