OPENING
HE IS CAPTAIN, SHE STEERS.
It was a random rhymer,
Blithe-hearted as the May,
Who plucked the flowering climber
Along the river way;
It was the ferryman's daughter.
With gypsy rose and tan,
Who ferried o'er the water
This straying minstrel man.
Her hair had pnrple tintings
Above her seashell ear;
Her eyes had starry glintings,
Her laugh was lyric clear.
He listened and he lingered
(His tryst was one with faith!)
Till eve, the fairy-fingered,
Had shut day's sunset gate.
Thus oft thy met thereafter,
At last no more to part,
For love (or was it laughter?)
Had snared the rhymer's heart.
And now?upon life's ocean
A lie inaiu im .......
He's captain that's his notion!
But she still steers the boat!
Lippincott's.
IfaxIacyof a face
RAN FIELD holds that the be
ginning of his courtship was
unique; but that may be Cran-1
field's one-sided view. It was the night
of the hunt ball; and he leaned against
a pillar In the dancing room. At no i
time a dancing man, on this occasion
he was excessively bored; he was out of ;
sorts, the band was too loud; the crush
was too great. He thought regretfully '
of his fine library fire and shiveringly
of the long drive home.
After five minutes of abstraction a
man touched him on the shoulder.
"Hullo, Cranfield!" he said. "Been
looking for you. Counting on you to
see that Lady Marche dances."
Tho sneaker darted into the crowd
and Cranfield returned to his thoughts. I
He fixed his eyeglass into his eye and j
glanced slowly around
"Some men are so beastly optimis
tic," he said In his own mind.
At the end of the room he had caught
a distorted glimpse of Lady Marche.
He gazed at her for a space; then
his eyes wandered and his Ideas came
to a sudden halt. Round about him he
saw preoccupation settled upon groups
of men; he saw heads turned toward
the door. Following a very human im
pulse he turned his own in the same
direction. He was not inquisitive, but
the desire to know is quite as Infec
tious as a disease.
In a brief space the crowd about the
entrance parted and his curiosity melt
ed before another feeling a feeling as
rapid, if infinitely more strong. He
closed his eyes; then he readjusted his
glass.
It was Crelghton Tommy Creighton
and his wife. He watched them move
slowly up the room, and as they moved
he felt, rather than beard, the admira
tion that hummed in their wake. He
took a long look; then he leant back
against the pillar, seeking to realize ex
actly where he stood.
He had seen her before once before.
That point alone wrought self-distrust
He had called one day with Bisher
thropeandshe had given them tea. His
verdict had been. Extremely pretty,
sarcastic- and a trifle cold." He re
called the criticism with a guilty pang,
and wondered whether it could be the
dress. But he had never guessed a
riddle In his life.
He screwed in his eyeglass and leant
still further back. He saw Creighton
introduce four men. Then his control
gave way. He forced an opening in
the crowd; but when he reached her
side and scope his voice had a tone that
even to him was new.
"May I have the pleasure?"
She looked up with just the faintest
surprise. Then her eyes fell on the fac
ing of his red coat, and she smiled the
friendliest and most perfect smile he
had ever seen. He realized with shame
that he had never known till then that
basel eyes bad shadows and reflections,
and positively shone with light.
OF THE DEER HUNTING
"I ." She hesitated and glanced
around.
She smiled again, and held out her
card. "I can give you No. 5," she said.
"Will you put down your name?"
"No. 6 is also free ," he said.
"May I ?"
"You may."
The words seemed the frankest and
most delightful he had ever heard.
There is nothing In the world so viv
ifying as hope. Cranfleld gave the next
three dances to Lady Marche. His las
situde was gone. In a single moment
the shifting crowd had become the uni
verse, and he had found its core. Like
a wonderfully deferred dream, the fifth
dance came around, and waiting was at
an end.
"Mine, I think," he said.
She folded her fan, smiled at the
man beside her, then laid her hand on
Cranfield's arm.
"Shall we dance?" he asked.
"Oh, please."
He hid his disappointment, though his
ideas were curiously upset. She seemed
so enthusiastic so buoyantly young..
He had never believed that married
women came to dances just to dance.
She glanced up at him, unconsciously
answering his thoughts.
"I think dancing Is tb loveliest thing
on earth or nearly. Don't you?"
He sai,j nothing, but he slipped his
arm aDout her. In a moment they had
drifted into the circle of whirling feet. I
Tne mustc had quickened to its end
wnen he swung her out of the crush.
His brain was still swaying to the beat
of tne tune as he drew her down a
passage to a distant seat. In ten min-'
utes Qf companionship she had grown 1
straight into his life.
The carpet of the passage was very
soft; the light of the hanging lamp was
very dim. It seemed to him that he had
only existed until now. He arranged
the cushions on the divan and she sat
down
"Do you believe In Infatuation?" be
asked suddenly. "I suppose infatuation
is the word."
He felt afraid of what he was. going
to say. He felt that his principles, his
honor he used the word boldly all
staple things were drifting from him
like a mirage. He sat down beside her
and strove to call the thought of Creigh
ton to his mind.
"Have you ever heard of a man go
ing off his head in a single night?" he
asked afresh.
With a rush the music came to an
end.
She looked up at him, and behind the
uneasiness in her eyes he felt that she
was measuring him, inch by Inch.
"I'd like to ask you something," she
said, "if you don't mind."
Some women ignore difficulties; the
method, if unscientific, is concise.
He felt rebuffed and bent his head.
She glanced down, then once more
glanced up.
"I want you to tell me your name."
He met her gaze in blank surprise. It
was hard to be rebuked; it was inhu
man to -be forgotten wiped off her
memory in six weeks.
She unbuttoned and buttoned her
glove.
"You've been puzzling me the whole
night," she said. "Of course, I know
that you're some friend of Tommy's;
but what friend and where I met
you ." She broke off sud
denly and looked at him once more.
"Please do enlighten me. I'm just dy
ing to know."
He had a vague idea that she was
talking against time. Desperation seiz
ed him.
"I suppose you're laughing at me,"
he said. "I suppose you think that be
cause you're so so horrible pretty you
can turn a man's head just for sport.
But it isn't sport; at least, not for me.
I'm handicapped every way." He came
to a sharp stop.
The music of the next dance began.
It appeared distant and much subdued.
His balance and his nerve seemed lost.
He rose slowly.
"At least." he said, .grasping at a
thread, "at least, say that you remem
ber giving me tea Bisherthrope and
SEASON.
T '
t
f
me, one day soon after yon'd come
back from your honeymoon.. Don't
make me feel quite an outsider."
His tone was ludicrous, but his face
was woefully perplexed.
She watched hiin curiously. Then an
expression just the dawning of a smile
stole into her eyes. She clasped her
hands and the smile crept very slowly
from her eyes to her mouth.
"How delicious!" she said. "How
perfectly delicious! How absurd!"
Craufield was fidgeting with his pro
gram. At her words he suddenly tore It
in two.
She glanced at him, and there was a
glow like firelight in her eyes.
"I don't think," she said deliberately,
"that I ever gave you any tea. I'm not
Daisy, you know, I'm Daisy's sister.
We are horribly alike, and I always
keep forgetting. Please forgive me
it's been all my fault."
Her glance suddenly fell. -
The swish of the dancers and tho
throb of the waltz came to Cranfield:
they were the accompaniment to his
tangling thoughts.
"But you came with Tommy," he
said obstinately.
"Of course in Daisy's place. " Daisy
had a headache."
He passed his hand across his eyes,
brushing away many things. Then for
the first time that night he smiled.
"Might I?" He halted. "Might
I ?"
Their eyes met."
He suddenly bent near; so near that
his breath touched her cheek.
"Migh I ? Just to level things."
Her head dropped, and the color rush-
ed into her face. Her answer, when it
came, was a whisper one of those In-
audibly mysteries that are never really
placed. To this day Cranfield Insists
it was "yes," but Mrs. Cranfield is
quite persistently determined . that
it
was "no." New York News.
FAILURE TO ADVERTISE
Killed the Bicycle Business, Says the
"Father" of the Industry.
One man who believes that business
success is dependent upon advertising
is Col. A. A. Pope, prominent among
the officials of the Italian is quick and full of feeling, his
A m e r ican Bicycle gesture colored and exaggerated. Lon
Company and "fath- aon Answers.
r" of the industry.
'The cessation of
advertising killed
the bicycle business,
and the way to re-'
vive it is to resume
that same Import-
ant matter," says
Col. Pope. In one
venr the latter ex.
col. a. a. pope, pended $500,000 In
this sort of publicity. In 1877 Col. Pope
organized the Pope Manufacturing
Company, which started a year later
with an output of fifty wheels. Now the
company employs a capital of upward
of $20,000,000, covers ten acres of floor
age in its factory at Hartford, Conn.,
and besides an army of skilled mechan
ics engaged the services of 2,000 selling
- - . ... .... .
agents. Col. Pope gained his title in
the War of the Rebellion, entering the J
service as a private at the age of IS
years" and receiving his discharge with
the rank of lieutenant coioneL He
served under Burnside, Grant and Sher-
man.
The American Iron "Plant."
The Englishman was being properly
surprised at the rapidity with which
the sky scraper was going up.
"Deah me!" he exclaimed, "it seems
as If your buildings grow as rapidly
as your maize."
"Yes," replied the "Westerner, un-
blushingly, "and the process of raising
them is much the same.
"Fawncy! Won't you explain fur
ther?" "WelL you see, we just get an iron
street sprinklers water it, and in a J
month or six weeks the sky scraper is
full grown."
And, taking another breath, the cou -
sin from over seas managed to bfllere
it. Memphis Commerclal-AppeaL
SOLVED SERVANT PROBLEM.
Former Blmve Cams to the Keacne el
His Mistresi.
"Our Lather is a jewel," exclaimed
one of Washington's leading society
women while calling one afternoon
last week. "And I just hate to think
what would become of us without Un
cle Martin, . When my father sold the
old homestead the servants were scat
tered around in the family, and Uncle
Martin was sent -to me. : He was fath
er's oldest slave, and never left our
family. I amthe old man's favorite,
and for this reason he asked to go to
me, and you may believe me, it is to
Uncle Martin that I owe my sanity.
, "My husband and I have been mar
ried ten years..; The first five I spent
in looking for cooks and then .dis
charging them after their trial week
The Rprvnnt nrohlem nnt me on thO
ha
reached such a pitch that I couldyhd
It no longer. I not only talker'sei
vants all day, but I dreamed f them
the few hours I did manage to sleep
The whole atmosphere was filled wi
bad cooks and worse dinners. , At each
new burst of complaint from my hus
band I would so oft and cry myself
'sick.' That was all I could do, for.
strange as. it may seem, I didn't know
enough about kitchen matters to make
tea or coffee.: Well, it was exactly at
this state of affairs that Uncle Martin
' came, and, bless him, he immediate
ly proposed to take entire charge of the
culinary affairs, to run that depart
: ment in his own way and charge us so
much a week for board. I didn't even
I wait to consult my husband, so afraid
J was I that Martha might regret his
bargain and change his mind by dinner
time; so right then and there Martin
and I closed the deaL
"That was the end of all my trou
bles. We give Martin a stated sum
each week, out of which he provides
for the table. He does the market
ing, cooking -and serving himself, and
everything is beautiful.
"Of course, we are liberal with Win.
He has always been in the family, and
I naturally feel greatly attached to
him, and think he should have con
cessions made to him. Now, when wt
have dinner parties I always allow
so much extra a plate, and when we
have guests visiting in the home we
give him so much extra a day, and
really I never feel imposed upon. To
escape all the fret and worry of look
ing after things is sufficient reward
for me. " Now and then I have heard
the other servants speculating as to
the size of Uncle Martin's bank ac
count." My husband investigated, and
found that the old man had a com
fortable sum on deposit, but we both
decided, after a long talk on the sub
ject, that our plan of living Is by far
the best, and we even think we have
saved money by its adoption." Wash
ington Post. -
Certain gestures are absolutely Iden
tified with certain feelings. To shake
one's fist Is. to threaten; to hold up one's
finger is to warn. To indicate thought
we place the . tips of the fingers on the
forehead; to show concentrated atten
tion we apply the whole hand. To rub
the hands Is everywhere a sign of joy,
and to clap them a sign of enthusiasm,
It would be easy to multiply examples,
Affirmation, negation, repulsion, are all
indicated by motions that everyone un
derstands. .
It Is the same, in quite as great a
degree, with nationalities, in spite of
the original diversity of the races that
make them up. The mimetic character
results at once from race, from history
and from climate.
The gesture of the Englishman Is
fierce and harsh; he speaks briefly,
brusquely; he is cold, positive, forceful
His salutation is cold and accentuated.
but his handshake Is loyal. The ges
ture of Germany is heavy, good-hu
mored and always ungraceful. Many
of the Slav people are unwilling to look
one in the face, and they have a false
gesture.
The Spaniard and the Portuguese, al
though dwelling in a . southern land,
gesticulate little; their language is
hythmic, slow, solemn; they are grave,
their salutation is a little theatrical.
The Ifalian is lively, mobile, intelli-
gent, gay; his language is harmonious,
sonorous, warm and luminous, like his
country's sky. The salutation of the
The Sneezewood Tree.
Among its many curious products
South Africa includes the "sneeze-
wood" tree, which takes its name from
' the fact that one cannot cut It with a
' saw without sneezing, as the fine dust
' has exactly the effect of snuff. Even in
planing the wood it will sometimes
' cause sneezing. No Insect, worm, or bar-
nacle will touch It. It Is very bitter
: to the taste, and when placed in water
' 1. -.-.Ill plnl- 'T'Via rftl la licHt hprnirn
1 1 Will Olll. " a.ui,
and the grain very close and hard. For
dock work, piers, or jetties it is a use
ful timber, lasting a long while under
water.
- Willow Growing.
' A nice little side issue possible to a
M .... haa a email etrpnm rim.
iiaiuia nu uu u
, through his place is willow grow-
ing. There Is a constant, and If any-
. nprflsme. demand for basket
willowa m many locations the
bushes can be grown with little or no
Tnins nP trouble. Men who have
gone into it, however, on a very small
scale as a trial, have generally found
It so profitable that they have devoted
some thought to its details, and have
become extensive willow producers.
No Such Luck.
"I see that a pugilist was killed re
cently In a slugging match." :
"WelL that is not defense of the
gport."
Well I should say not. You see "
"You see we can hope for the same
happy result all the time." Baltimore
Herald.
Just a Trial.
1 "So you are really going to marry,"
I said the first Chicago girt.
1 "Yes," replied the other. "I thought
I would for a while." Philadelphia
Press. .
; GESTURES AND SALUTATIONS. J ;
CABLES IN
' Sill
New line just completed between Vancouver, B. C, and Brisbane, Austra
lia, Dotted line shows the projected American cable from San Francisco to
the Philippines. V .-- ; " " -
RICE FARMING IN THE SOUTH.
That Section on the Eve of a Great De-
v Ttlopmeat of the Bnaincjg.
Electricity, the king of power which
has revolutionized Industries without
end iu this progressive -country, is
about to work a new series of wonders
in the rice fields of Louisiana and
Texas. The plantations are to be equip-
S!
PLANTING BICE FIELD UNDER WATER.
ped with electric pumps, and the ques
tion of irrigation the only one which
causes any trouble to rice growers
will be solved.
Experts say that the present rice ter
ritory of a half million acres will be
doubled within a year, and the new
plan, which, by the way, has passed
the experimental stage, means that
w7 !
HARVESTING RICE NEAR ABBEVILLE, LA.
nearly all of the 12,000 square miles in
the coast rice belt will be available. A j
new 10,000-acre rice farm in Harris '
County, Texas, on the line of the South
ern Pacific Railroad, is being equipped
. . . -i : 1 1 I
witn electric pumps, anu oiueis rm
follow as soon as power stations can
be erected.
What the success of this new indus
try means to the United States most
northerners do not realize. No longer
will the country be dependent on the
crops of Japan! China, Siam and India
for this important foodstuff". In ten
years more American rice will force its
way into the markets of Europe, side
FLUME FOB BICE IBR1GATION.
toy side with American wheat from
the vast farms of the northern plains,
i The remarkable progress of textile
manufactories in the Orient means that
their production of rice "will decrease,
for every acre turned to the cultiva
tion of fiber means one less for rice.
Last year the United States produced
300,000,000 pounds of cleaned rice and
Imported 205,000,000 pounds. To our
market . has been added Porto Rico,
with an annual demand for 75,000,000
pounds; Cuba, for 100,000.000, and the
Philippines for 135,000,000. This gives
a total present and prospective market
of 725,000,000 pounds. It is thought to
be time that steps were taken to satis
fy this market if the United States Is
going to remain commercially Indepen
dent. j If it means all this for the country at
large, it means even more for the
South. The paramount demand in this
region, writes a Texas correspondent,
has been for some small grain crop
which would furnish food for the peo
ple, a generous surplus for export, 'and
leave the plantation with " abundant
and nutritious bi-products for the
maintenance of stock. Cotton will not
do this, the sole by-product being too
valuable to keep on the farm. Corn
stalks lose too much of their value be
fore they are fit for fodder, and this
is not a wheat country.
I And so it is up to rice, and here Is
what one can do with 100 acres, the
amount one man can cultivate with
out assistance. It costs from ?8 to $12
an acre to raise an average crop, which
can be sold at a profit of from $20 to
$30 an acre. There is a by-product of
at least 100 tons of straw, superior to
native prairie hay, and 25 tons pf bran.
On this 100 head of stock can be win
tered comfortably.
Fatal Alpine Climbing.
Climbing the Alps may be a very
nleasnrable experience, but when it is
recalled that during the present year
' sixty-three persons have lost their lives
THE PACIFIC
in that pursuit it becomes evident that
the pastime, is a dangerous one. Just
why 'so many persons take the risk,
with the record of. fatal accidents
around them, Is puzzling. One would
think that a person with a competence
upon which Jo live happily and with
peaceful - home surroundings should
know enough to fight shy of such need
less dangers, but instead many such
persons court the risk and think they
cannot attain the height of happiness
unless they have climbed some danger
ous peak, a misstep on which may mean
death or permanent injury. Such action
seems to us a piece of reckless daring
for which we can discover no excuse.
SHOW WINDOWS WARM PLACES.
Artist Who Dresses Them fay a They
Beat Anything in Torridity. :
"One of the hottest places I know
anything about," said the dry goods
clerk, as" he wiped the sweat from his
brow, "is in the show window of a
building facing toward the east, after
the early morning's sun has been pour
ing over the tops of the buildings across
the street for some time. Talk' about
bake ovens and other warm places.
Well, they are not so warm. The engi
neer in the sugar refinery thinks he
has a hard time of it, and the fellow
who loads grain on the ship down at
the elevator is inclined to quarrel be
cause of the heat he Is forced to en
dure. The painter on the outside of
the building may grumble, too. But
these fellows do not know anything
about hot places. If they want "the
really warm thing, let them crawl into
the show window in the month of Au
gust, when the sun is heating the ther
mometer up to a good degree in the
shade.
"In the first place, we have to close
ourselves up in these places while ar
ranging displays for the merchants. I f
we did not keep the windows behind us
closed the place would fill up with flies,
and the flies would speck the front
glass. We cannot afford to let even one
fly in, for one fly will do enough dam
age, and, so far as the general effect is
concerned, we might as well let in a
perfect swarm. You have no idea what
the effect of a dozen fly specks will be
on a clean, glossy, well-polished show
window The result of It all is that the
man who arranges the things in the
show window on hot days must close
himself in so he can't get a breath of
air. The case is practically airtight,
and really it is sometimes' . hard to
breathe. In the meantime the sun is
beating down on the awning and the
glass Is taking up the glare from the
street, and there you are.
"Hot!" exclaimed the window dresser,
according to the New Orleans Times
Democrat. "The man who complains
of the biting chaff while loading a ship
with grain no doubt suffers a great
deal, but he does not really know what
it Is to be warm. Same way with the
engineer; the painter and others. Hades
may surprise these fellows, but the
place will be no surprise to the man
who has spent his life arranging show
window displays In the summer time."
New Use for Bees.
' Down on Long Island the farmers
have discovered that persons suffering
from rheumatism and sciatica can ob
tain relief by allowing honey bees to
sting the affected parts. This is a very
unpleasant process and entirely unnec
essary. The poison of the bee sting is
chiefly- formic acid. This acid is also
found In stinging nettles, in ants and
some varieties of the caterpillars.
There is no diffiulty in preparing for
mic acid, and it would seem that phy
sicians might find it advantageous to
experiment with It as a remedy for
rheumatic troubles either in acid form
or in formates. Certainly some means
can be devised of introducing It into the
circulation less painful than allowing
bees to sting a rheumatic sufferer by
wholesale.
Quite an Influential Feature. .
Fuddy Money isn't the only thing.
Duddy No, but it Is the only thing
that will buy most of the other things.
Boston Transcript.
Give away twenty-five dollars, and
you will be abused? because you do not
make It fifty.
A man may do worse than read
poetry. ' He may attempt to write it-:
"Robert caudal suffusion" is Boston
ese for a bobtail flush.
0L&
FAVORITES I
The Bella of Shandon.
With deep affection and recollection
I often think of those Shandon bells.
Whose sounds so wild would in the days
" of childhood
Fling round my cradle their magic '
8 pells.
On this I ponder, where'er I wander.
And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of
- thee;
With thy bells of Shandon,
That sound so grand on ; , ;
The pleasant waters of the River Lee.
I have heard bells chiming full many a
clime in,
Tolling sublime in cathedral shrine;
While at a glib rate brass tongues- would
-' vibrate,
Bat all their music 'spoke naught like
thine;
For memory dwelling on each proud
swelling :
Of thy belfry kneeling its bold notes
free, . - . .
Made the bells of Shandon
Sound far more grand on
The pleasant waters of the River Lee.
I have heard bells tolling "old Adrian's
mole" in,
" Their thunder rolling from the Vatican,
And cymbals glorious, swinging uproari
ous. In the gorgeous turrets of Notre Dame;
But thy sounds were sweeter than the
dome of Peter .
Flings O'er the Tiber, pealing solemnly.
- O! the bells of Shandon
Sound far more grand on
The pleasant waters of the River Lee.
There's a bell in Moscow, while on tower
and kiosko
In St Sophia the Turkman gets,
And loud in air calls men to prayer '
Front the tapering summits of tall min
arets. Such empty phantom I freely grant
'em,
But there's an anthem more dear to me:
'Tis the bells of Shandon,
That sound more grand on
The pleasant waters of the River Lee.
Francis Mahony.
Twickenham Ferry.
"A-hoy! and O-ho! and it's who's for the
ferry?"
(The briar's in bud and the sun's going
down.) v-
"And I'll row ye so quick and I'll row ye
so steady,
And 'tis but a Dennv to Twickenham
Town."
The ferryman's slim and the ferryman's '
' young,
With just a soft tang in the turn of his
tongue; ,
And he's fresh as a pippin and brown as
a berry,
And 'tis but a penny to Twickenham
Town.
"A-hoy! and O-ho and it's I'm for the
ferry,"
(The briar's in bud, and the sun's going
down),
"And it's late as it is and I haven't a
penny
Oh! how can I get me to Twickenham
Town?".
She'd a rose in her bonnet and oh! she
looked sweet
As the little pink flower that grows in the
wheat,
With her cheeks like a rose and her hps
like a cherry
"It's sure but you're welcome to Twick
enham Town."
"A-hoy! and O-ho! You're too late for
the ferry,"
(The briar's in bud and the sun's going
down),
And he's not rowing quick and he's not
rowing steady;
It seems quite a journey to Twicken
ham Town.
"A-hoy! and O-ho!" you may call as you
will;
The young moon is rising o'er Petersham
Hill;
And, with love like a rose in the stern of
the wherry.
There's danger in crossing to Twicken
ham Town. ''
TheoDhile Marzials.
NEGRO GIRL LEAVES WELLESLEY.
Booker T. Washington's daughter;
wuo receuuy was repurieu lo ue uuiug,
well at Wellesley College, has now, it ;
frnncniwa hppn forced tn leave the .In-
stitution and go to Bradford. Academy.'".
It Is said she failed In .music.- While '
Miss Washington was tanen up ana.
maae mucn or Dy tne xsonnern gins at
the college, her reception by girls from-'
the South was,' it Is declared, of a na-
rassment.
Bridget as a Mrs. Malaprop.
Bridget, who came to this country :
last year, has a limited vocabulary, and,
while she is learning fast, some of the':
words and expressions that she: has ac- ''
quired do not always fit, her ear not
having been accurate In getting the
right term. Thus the other day she '
said to her mistress: ' '
"Mam, shall I fix that Kansas back
duck for dinner?"
Again, Bridget was telling a tale of a
missing "friend in this city, when she ;
exclaimed:
"Do you know I believe when Katie,
turns up she'll be found in the Potash:
Field!"- "
While at work on Friday a tremeh-r
dous blast near by in the subway rat-1
tied the dishes in the kitchen and the
girl cried out:
"There goes that rapid transom
again." -
-A good inary town men devote near
ly all of Saturday to waiting to get
shaved.
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