The telegraph editor can use the undated as the top of the weather story and tack as many dateliners as he cares on the bottom, with the best coming first.

Before the platforms were extended up to the actual junction, branch trains had to set back into a bay.

Matrons and girls shall hoot at thee no more,

Clo[wne].[…]And I beſeech you, looke into Maſter Froth here ſir, a man of foure-ſcore pound a yeare; whoſe father died at Hallowmas: Was’t not at Hallowmas Maſter Froth? / Fro[th]. Allhallond-Eue.