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There's no denying that as a conver
sational topic the trial marriage Is a
ure success.
People who need the advertising now
merely have to offer Count Bonl a job
at a liberal salary.
That dentist who hu been robbed
four time in three years should here
after go armed to the teeth.
George Bernard Shaw doesn't think
much of the Ten Commandments, but
it la too late now to change them.
If Kipling's critics don't soon stop
tie will be Justified In once more writ
lag something that Is worth reading.
Fortunately for Eve, she Is spared
the pain of knowing that her diary has
been excluded from the shelves of the
.Worcester 'public library.
A German singer committed suicide
because a married American woman
wouldn't marry him. Probably her
husband wouldn't let her.
Mexico's richest man is going to give
his money to people who need it, thus
running the risk of being regarded as
eccentric by other rich men.
These long evenings are being bright
ened and made profitable by the game
of guessing what Mrs. Sage Is really
going to do with her money.
The Cuban army is reported to be
getting restless again. Why not quiet
that army for all time by setting up a
free soup kitchen for it somewhere?
Let us have politics without preju
dice, without selfishness, without graft.
tc.f pleadB an exchange. And while
we are at it, let us have the millen
nium. There are times when It becomes a
matter of wonder how this country has
been able to grow so big and prosper
ous without taking the advice of the
college professors.
Kind-hearted housewives should be
warned that It is too. early to feed
every tramp that calls at the back
door with the plea that he Is a poor
Standard Oil magnate out of a job.
There can be no further doubt that
Mr. Harrlman Is of the opinion that
much greater ability is required to run
the railroads of this country than Is
needed to successfully run the country
Itself.
A negro was arrested, tried, convict
ed' and executed, all within a space of
two hours, In Texas a few days ago.
Surely they can't bring up the law's
delays as an excuse for lynching after
this.
Persons who, may have felt like ask
ing Mrs. Russell Sage for enough mon
ey to, get a start in life will do much
better by saving the price of the post
age stamp and making it the nucleus of
a bank account
The one hundredth anniversary of
the birth of Henry Wadsworth Long
fellow is to be celebrated by the Cam
bridge Historical Society. A special
bronze medal will be Issued in honor
of the event, copies of which it is
hoped will be preserved in libraries
and museums. Longfellow wrote many
lines which will be preserved In the
popular heart longer than the bronze
will last. This Is one of the reasons
for celebrating the anniversary of his
birth. , , ,
Most people have their weak spots.
Few are roundly normal. .Some slap
their friends on the back, some whistle
la public places, some keep barking
dogs, some speak monologues and think
they are "conversing" and so on, but
there is some hope for a tendency or a
habit that Is not deliberately designed
to be mischievous, such as the playing
of pranks on newly married people.
These Jocular outbreaks have under
gone various "refinements" and they
have now reached the point where a
honeymoon voyage has been anticipated
by a "bill of particulars" printed In
circular form and distributed among
the passengers of the ocean liner. The
discouraging thing is that the propen
sity does not "refine" itself out of ex
istence. It Is, generally speaking, as
perverse In Its latter day manifesta
tions as it was when the uncouth but
equally well-meaning country folks sur
rounded the house of the bashful bride
and groom on their wedding night and
made the time hideous with the beating
of pans and old, copper boilers with
what was called a "belling."
"It would therefore seem well, from
this point of view, to encourage early
trial marriage, the relation to be eu
tered Into with a view to permanency,
but with the privilege of breaking it if
proved unsuccessful, and, in the absence
of offspring, without suffering any
great degree of public condemnation,"
Mrs. Elsie Clews Parsons, a doctor of
philosophy, for six years' a lecturer on
ociology in Barnard College, daughter
of a rich banker and wife of a Con
fressinan, proposes this "startling re
form" in a book, "The Family," Just I
lued. "Trial marriage" certainly sounds
lensational. But as prosaic matter o,f
fact, the commonness, cheapness and
respectability of divorce has rendered
111 marriage "trial marriage." "It la
difficult to Imagine greater facintj la
the annulment of marriage than now
obtains in most of the States. No
"reform" is necessary to bring about j
precisely the condition. In effect, which
Mrs. Parsons proposes. The reform is
needed in the other direction. We
need to get rid of the feeling that mar
riage is a mere experiment Of course,
all couples at the time of marriage
expect to live happily ever after. Trial
marriage could mean nothing to them
at that time. People who do not feel,
for the time at least, that they can
take each other for life need no "trial"
to prove they are not fitted. The ab
sence of offspring during "trial" would
be a powerful cause of failure In many
marriages that might otherwise have
been successful. But that would be
nothing new. It is the case now and
always has been. Until there are chil
dren to tie the heartstrings together
there is no real trial of marriage. We
are too apt to forget that most of the
laws which operate toward successful
marriage are provided by Nature.
Human statutes provide for failure
and, alas! there are too many of them
already.
The coroner who investigated the
wreck on the Baltimore and Ohio rail
road near Woodville, Ind., In which
sixty-one Uvea were lost made a report
in which he fixes the blame in the
most positive manner. He finds that
the engineer of the first section of the
passenger train did not properly give
the required signals and note the re
sponses to them. Consequently he Is to
be held to the grand Jury for man
slaughter. But beyond that the system
by which the road was operated provid
ed no check for any such individual
neglect as that of which the engineer
was guilty, and consequently part of
the blame was placed by the coroner
upon the road Itself. There was ""a
time when it would have been unrea
sonable to ask railroads to Install elab
orate systems for the safeguarding of
their trains, because the traffic was too
light to Justify the financial burden,
and so light Indeed that the evil was
not great In those days when a wreck
of this character occurred all the blame
was properly to be attributed to the
guilty employe. Now, on many of the
roads which do the heaviest business,
the burden has shifted so that It is a
question whether the employe immedi
ately at fault is more to blame or
whether the greatest responsibility
falls upon his superiors who left the
door open to his carelessness. Before
long a time will come when the great
weight of the burden will be trans
ferred to the shoulders of the railway
administration, if Indeed that time has
not come Already. It Is purely a ques
tion of danger versus cash. The meth
ods of making such accidents as that
at Woodville impossible are well
known. Some form of the block sys
tem, especially the form which uses the
"staff" as an entrance key to each
block, would reduce the ordinary em
ploye's fallibility to a minimum. The
Woodville accident Is simply one more
reason-or, better said, It is sixty-one
more reasons why the railroad com
panies should be required to spend the
dollars which will save the lives. "
GOTHAM CITY OF BLONDES.
Traveling Man Alwnya Know
When He I Hearing New York.
"I can always tell when I am get
ting Into New York by the way the
blondes begin to thicken," said the
traveling man. "When I am away
out In the country districts visiting
the small towns the sight of a real
blonde is rare. The hair of the ma
jority of the country maids is dark,
though I pass an occasional light-colored
or red head on the streets. Their
hair Is often arranged becomingly, but
never with a Marcel wave. Their com
plexion never have the steamed ap
pearance of the city belle, but are
fresh and wholesome.
"But day after day as I get nearer
New York the lemond rind blonde
begins to crop up. She boards the
train bound for New York from the
little town where ahe has probably
been visiting relatives and her"
thoughts probably turn once more to
the quick lunch and chewing gum and
dignity, or to' her place third from the
right in the second row of the chorus.
"The dark haired sisters begin to
melt away the closer the train gets to
the city, so that by the time the out
skirts of New York are sighted the
dark crop has given away entirely to
the peroxide fairy with the rippling
Marcel wave and the adjustable waist
line. I had heard about blonde being
the proper thing In hair, but I thought
It was a comic paper joke UK I took
to the road. One thing certain New
York is the city of blondes," New
York Press.
Noaee Indicate Temper.
Women who have the long, straight
thin nose, extreme in all Its outlines,
are usually wqmen of very timid, sweet
dispositions.
Women who have little, short, fat
noses, are generous, easy tempered and
pleasant to live with, but not as a rule
handsome.
The sweetest of American types ' Is
the nose that is Just long enough but
the least trifle broad for Its length. '. It
la not squat by any means. It suggests
good health and good temper. It Is the
Ideal Judged from the American man's
standpoint Statistics show that the
nice, full, sensible nose gets the hus
bands. :
If the no,se is thin and the nostrils
fine and narrow It means that the wom
an has a poor air supply and that she
Is liable to suffer from lung troubles
and all things that have their origin In
the heart Pittsburg Press. .
GRANDFATHER.
How broad and deep was the fireplace old
And the great hearthstone how wide !
There was always room for the old man's
chair
By the cozy chimney side,
ind all the children that cared to crowd
At his knee in the evening tide.
Room for ail of the homeless ones
Who had nowhere else to go;
rbey might bask at ease in the grateful
warmth
And sun in the cheerful glow,
For grandfather's heart was as wide and
warm
As the old fireplace, I know.
And he always found at bis well-spread
board
Just room for another chair;
rhere was always rest for another bead
On the pillow of hig care ;
There was always place for another name
In his trustful morning prayer. .
Oh, crowded world with your Jostling
tnrongs!
How narrow von trow and sml) :
How cold, like a shadow across the heart,
lour selfishness aeema to fail.
When I think of that fireplace warm and
wide,
And the welcome awaiting all.
Chicago Inter Ocean.
In Upset Land
S believe that none of you have pa
rents so troublesome as mine. I
am sure that It Is not my fault,
for I do everything In my power to
make life easy and comfortable for
them. But I don't ask you to take my
opinion of them. I'll simply tell you
my story, and you may Judge for your
selves whether or not I am unjust I
don't intend to exaggerate, only to re
late to you the events of an average
day, so that you may understand what
I have to go through with, about 305
times a year.
Take last Wednesday, for Instance.
Of course you know that our debatlng-
club meets Tuesday nights, and when
a fellow has the affirmative of such a
question as, "Resolved, That Circuses
Ought to Be Furnished Free of Charge
MOTHER WAS CRYING BITT
to the Citizens and Paid for by the
Government," it is something of a
strain on the mind to make a good ar
gument Consequently I was late to
breakfast next morning. Now, I don't
say It is right to be late to breakfast
as a regular thing, trat I do say that
there should be such a thing as Justlj
flable tardiness, and that my case came
under that head.
Well, what was the result? First
there was mother. She was crying
bitterly when I came down.
"I do think," she said, between her
sobs, "that you might have some con
sideration for your parents, Alphonso.
Here it is half-past 10 o'clock and the
parlor has to be dusted, the dishes to
be washed, the baking to be done, and
I don't know what!"
Then my father began.
"And here I've been waiting an, hour
for you to say good-bye to me," he
complained. "You know perfectly well
that I ought to be at the office earlier
than this 1" .
"I know It father, dear," I replied
soothingly. "But you needn't have
waited for me."
"But I can't find any of my papers,"
he said In a most Irritating whine.
"Where did you leave them?" I asked
calmly.
"I'm sure I don't remember,' he said
despairingly.
"If you would only be system
atic " I suggested as delicately as I
could, but he. Interrupted me.
'There you go again!" he said, any
thing but politely, I must confess.
"You are always telling me to be 'sys
tematic and orderly,' until I Just hate
the sound of those horrid words!" ,
"Come, papa," I said, a little more
severely than I had yet spoken. "You
ought not to be so snappish.' I spoke
only for your own goodf What Is that
bundle I see under the sofa pillow?"
"I don't know," he answered, sul
lenly, and not even looking towards
the place. .
"I suspect that It Is the missing pa
pers," I said. "Don't you think you
might go aud see?"
He went on, unwillingly enough. Of
course, It proved to be the very' thing
he wanted.
I don't see how they came there,"
he mumbled. . ' '
"Probably they went and hid there
by themselves," I remarked with a lit
tle sarcasm. . " .
"Maybe your mother put them there,"
laid my father.
"I didn't!" she replied, sharply.
"You did, tool" he Insisted. ..'
ul never!" she said, firmly. . "
"I kuow you must have!" he went
n.
"I did not I And you know I didn't
4nd you're telling a horrid "
Here I felt that I must Interfere.
S "Parents !'I said, firmly, "no more
o this disgraceful talk 1 Father, I'm
ashamed of you ! " The idea of speaking
so v to your own wife. 'Mother, you
should know better than to answer him
when he says such things !"
I finally bade him good-bye, called
him back to get his papers, which he
was leaving at home, and .at last saw
him off. , '
"Now," said my mother. "I hope we
shall have a little rest! Men are so
fussy about the' house!"
"I think that is hardly a proper
way to speak," I objected. "Don't say
things that you might be sorry for.
Suppose anything should happen to
papa, how you would regret your care
less, heartless words !" ;
"I didn't mean any harm," said my
mother, beginning to whimper again.
'There, don't cry," I said, hastily.
"You are so sensitive; the least thing
sets you to fretting. Dry your eyes,
and set about the housework I"
She took up the duster and went to
work reluctantly enough. But as she
went on she became Interested and
soon I beard her bumming a little tune
to herself as she went about the parlor
polishing the what-nots and making all
the little bric-a-brac as neat as pins.
"Now, I'll Just get away to school
before there's another trouble," I re
marked, and I left the house compar
atively cheerful, though a little vexed
at the thoughtlessness of my parents.
When I came home to luncheon, I found
that the table was not even set '
"How is this, mother?" I asked. I
was disturbed, but I resolved not to
blame her unless she were really at
fault -
"The cook has gone away," she re
plied, sitting 'with her apron to her
eyes. I had found my mother In the
kitchen. '
"Indeed!" I remarked. "Why was
that?" ,
"It's her day out" said my mother
disconsolately.
"Oh, is that all?" I exclaimed, much
relieved; "I was afraid it was some
thing serious."
"Is that all?" repeated my mother.
"Yes; that's all. And It's enough, too!"
"It isn't polite to repeat my words
over In that way," I reminded her,
"but as I see you are not in a very
KRLY WHEN I CAME DOWN.
good temper i' won't say anything more
about that now. Can't you let me have
some luncheon?"
"There Isn't a thing in the house,"
she replied helplessly.
"Not a thing in the house !" I repeat
ed in surprise.
"There !" my mother retorted, "who's
repeating things now? You just said
It wasn't polite!"
This rather nettled me, 1 admit
' "No matter," I said sternly, "why
Isn't there anything in the house?"
"I forgot" she said, slowly.
"You forgot!" said I, reproachfully.
"Do I forget to go to school and to
get an education to do honor -to my
parents? What would you do If I for
got?" -V ..; '; i .;,
"I don't know," said my mother, In
a very low tone. , .
"No, of course you don't know," I
said, not unkindly, for I saw she re
pented of her fault "Never ' mind.
Let it go. I dare say you will remem
ber next time."
t When I returned home in the even
ing I found that her good temper was
entirely restored, so I said nothing
about the little misbehavior of the
morning.' Until after dinner nothing
occurred to disturb the serenity of our
home. I was busy over some difficult
problems In compound Interest a most
Interesting and delightful subject so
I was very willing to give my father
permission to pass the evening at a
friend's house.
- At about 9 o'clock he returned In a
peevish mood.
"I don't see why we can't have
things as nice as the Quinns do!" he
said, discontentedly, as he came in and
threw his overcoat upon the sofa and
put his high hat upon the table just
where It chst a heavy shadow upon my
papers; ; . . v . ' .
"Probably," I rejoined, "It Is because
Mr. Qulnn when he comes home at
night hangs his overcoat neatly upon
the rack and puts his hat where it
belongs!"
"Hang it ! I'm tired," exclaimed my
father. -
"No," I replied firmly, "I shall not
'hang If but you can take your hat
and your great coat and bang them
where they belong." V :. ?
"But I-
he began.
"Go at once!" I said In a tone that
admitted of no delay, "or you shall go
to bed,' sir!" ; v ;;
Then he went As he came back,
somewhat subdued, I Inquired:
Now, father; I should like to know
in whas respect you think the Quinns'
home so superior to our own?" -
"Well," he' answered, rather unwill
ingly, "Johnny Qulna lets his father
sit up until 11 o'clock."
"Indeed!" I said. "And would you
like to look like Mr. Qulnn?"
"What's the . matter with Mr.
Qulnn?" asked my father, sulkily.
"Come, you must not use slang," I
said. "You know very well that Mr.
Qulnn Is thin and pale and anything
but strong, while you are rosy and
bright and ready for your work."
"But it's all work, and 'all work and
no recreation makes Jack's father a
dull man' you know the proverb,"
said my father in a whining tone.
"Nonsense!" I answered, laughing.
"Remember the other proverb : 'Early
to. bed now like a good business man
father win the prize.' Come, father, go
to bed now like a good business man
and let me hear no more of these fool
ish Quinns. I do the best I can for
mother and for you, and you must try
to do me credit"
They seemed sorry for their ill-humor
during the day and kissed me
good-night affectionately.
After I bad .finished my -problems I
made up my mind to write out this
account of my day's experience, so
that other parents may see how much
trouble they may thoughtlessly cause
their children. I could not help think
ing as' I shut up the house and went
to bed myself what a queer world it
would be if children should act toward
their parents with as little considera
tion as my parents show toward me.
Chicago Dally News. ,
RIGHT KIND OF EXERCISE.
Some Practical Advice" that Everyone
p Should Have.
The kind of exercise that lilts the
mark is the kind a man likes for Its
own Bake; and the kind a man likes
for its oyn sake has something of the
play spirit In It the life and go of a
good game. The good a man gets out
of a good horseback ride in the park is
something more than what comes sim
ply from the activity of bis muscular
system or from the effect of the con
stant jolting upon the digestive organs.
There is the stimulus to the whole sys
tem which comes from his filling his
iungs with fresh, out-of-door air. There
Is the exhilaration of sunshine and blue
sky and of the wind on the skin. There
Is the excitement of controlling a rest
ive animal. All this makes the phe
nomenon a complex ' one something
much larger than the mere term exer
cise would Imply. A man could sit on
a. mechanical horse In a gymnasium
and be jolted all day without getting
any of these larger effects.
The best forms of exercise will call
the big muscles of the body Into play
the muscles that do the work. This
gives bulk effects. It reaches the whole
system. Playing scales on the piano,
though exhausting to oneself and oth
ers, does not belong to this class.
Exercise should not be too severe.
Many ambitious people injure them
selves through trying to accomplish too
much along this line. Where the mind
la already tired the body can only lose
by a few moments of vlofent exertion.
Exercise breaks down tissue, exhausts
nerve energy. If any good Is to be
gained from It this body waste must
be repaired. But when the system Is
already exhausted, it cannot afford an
additional -expenditure. A city man
with a conscience is in danger of mak
ing too hard work of his exercise when
ho takes it at all. World's Work.
Seven Billion in Cropa.
For years the agricultural production
of the United States has beeii steadily
Increasing and during the last three or
four years this Increase has been by
leaps and bounds. Last year it was
announced that our farms had yielded
the almost unthinkable value of $4,
915,000,000 as compared with $4,900,-
000,000 for 1904 and $4,480,000,000 for
This enormous production has called
forth many pessimistic statements. We
have been repeatedly told that such a
pace could not long be maintained ; that
diminished yields and agricultural de
pression must soon come. But the end
is not yet ..: ,
Farm production was thought to have
reached its highest point in 1905, but
this year has far eclipsed all others
and rolled up a total which now prom
ises to reach the stupendous sum of
$7,000,000,000. Farming.
Hlaanderatood.
He was in his first week at college,
and when he went to the stationer's to
buy a fountain pen, he felt desirous
that the young woman who waited on
him should know that In spite of his
youth he was no high-school boy.
When she handed him a sheet of pa
per he wrote on it with many
flourishes, in a large, bold hand, "Alma
Mater, Alma Mater," eight or nine
times.' --:-
The clerk watched him with a simper,
and at last she spoke.
, "Why don't you let her try It her
self," she suggested, "and then If It
doesn't suit of course we'll change it"
The Sultan'e Heir.
Mebmed Rechad Effehdl, the' heir
presumptive to the Turkish throne,
awaits as a prisoner his turn to reign.
The death of Adhul Hamld would draw
Mm from a Jail to assume supreme
power. For many years he has been
shut up in bis harem; he has seen no
one but his wives, his slaves and his
jailers. He haa had no conversation;
he has read nothing, books and com
pany being interdicted. One of these
days he may be Sultan; now he is in
the depths of a tomb. Figaro.
Football players ought to be able to
traYel on their cheek la after years. .
Marry a soubrette, if you are partial
to good kicking and poor cooking.
OUR CLOTHES ARE MERCIFUL.
Tber Hide Our trail aese and Phy il
eal Shortcoming. .
Now. what's the consequence of the
present universal lack of exercise? Mind
you, I am not suggesting that somebody
get up an actual Un-beauty show, but
surely Mr. Comstock will not object if
In our mind's eye we Imagine all the
men we know standing on pedestals and
posing as the Apollo Belvldere, and all
the women we kno.w as the Venus de
Medici. I think It would be right fun
ny. Such wizenea sKinninessi uuen
shapeless bagglness !
"Oh. but" you protest "we can't all
be Apollos, and Venuses."
We aren't If that's what you mean.
but I'm not so sure that we couldn't be
If we had been treated right
Why aren't we all handsome, then?
The main reason Is that not one moth
er In a thousand knows her trade. An
old Irishwoman, who raised five fine,
big, strapping, honest sons, said to me
one day : , '.-'"''""
"The Lord forgive me for speakm'
disrespectful of Him, but I declare to
you I donno what He's thinkln' of
whin he gives some women chlldher."
And , that's about so. The doctors
tell us that 00 per cent of our troubles
we may blame our mothers for. And
pet they're not so much to blame, either.
The only way they had of getting a
living was catching a husband. Once
caught they' had him lor life. The
catching was the main thing.
Ienorant they may be of tneir traae
as mothers, and some nay they are ig
norant of their trade as wives, but no
body will accuse the women of being
Ignorant of the art and craft of catch
ing husbands.
The start a wise mother can give l
a lot, but it isn't everything. We are
rno husv to be good looking. It Just
about takes our time scuffling around
for food and clothing and shelter.-
Woman's Home Companion.
It is hard to make a nomadic Arab
believe that a white man can by any
possibility know anything about the
desert especially so to persuade him
that the lines and letters pn the trav
eler's map convey any accurate inform
matlon' which will guide . him on hla
way. Interpretation of these mystic
symbols, says the biographer of Henry
Clay Trumbull, gained " that famous
mission worker something of the repu
tation of a magician when he went' to
find Kadesh-Barnea, the "place where
the people of Israel, rebelled against
Moses.- ' " ,.,...t :v
'Ayn Qadees was the. modern name
of the place he sought'' When he asked
his Arabs If they could lead him thith
er) they Steadfastly maintained that
they had never heard of it
"Oh, well," said Mr. Trumbull, know
ing, what pride the Bedouin, has in his
knowledge of the desert, "the trouble la
you don't know your own country as
well as J know It We ought to change
places. You give me bakshish and I
will show you the country.
"To-morrow morning we will go to
'Ayn Muwayleh. We will go past that
Then we will turn off from the track
to the right ;, We will go down that
way about one hour. There we will "find
one, two, three wells. Beyond them
will be flags and rushes growing. Then
a little farther on we shall, find more
wells. That Is Qadees. You don't
know it but I do. Give me bakshish
and I'll show it to you."
There was consternation among the
Arabs. They discussed the matter ex
citedly. Then their spokesman cama
; "Mr. Trombool, he said, "It tell you
now' the true, honor bright They tell
me true now on' the Koran.' They know
that, place you tell them, bulj.they no
call.it that name. They no call that
Qadees. They call It Qasaymeh." ; 1
It flashed across Mr. Trumbull's i
mind that Bartlett, who had preceded ,
him and whose map he was following,
had been deceived-by the Arabs.
"Very well," he said. "But do they
know where Qadees'is if this Is not It?"
The spokesman knew yes, Indeed.
What is more, he knew there was no
use wasting time trying to fool a man
who could describe the desert paths as
this one could; so forthwith they turn
ed from the main road, and over a most
difficult trail made their way to a place
which, It was evident at a glance, was
what Mr. Trumbull sought, the place
of the Fountain of Judgment
. . Dick Wins. . 1
Two brothers, aged 9 antlO, respec
tively, pupils In a public school, of
Washington, were' recently absent for
a period of two weeks. When the elder
of the boys returned to his class he
brought a note from hi father stating
that the cause of the.' absence of hla
children was Illness.
"Where's your brother, Dick?" asked
the teacher. "Is he still sick?" .' ' ' '
"Yes, ma'am," replied the pupil, "he's
still in bed with a broken arm."
"I'm sorry to hear it. How did it
happen?"
"Well, it was this way. ma'am. Yon;
see. Dick and I were trvlntr to m
which could lean out of the second
story window the furthest and Dick
won." Evening Wisconsin.
I ' .- Mean Fellow. v - ' J
Of course, John," said . his . wife,
"I'm obliged to you for this money,
but It isn't enough to buy a real fur
coat that ";
li m( lUKiiutcu iuc ui U til 4 liUJfr
band, "you'll have to make it go as fur
ni.Tfin "run" Tho fTuthnUn '. BfS rtAA
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and Times.
An authr8 brightness isn't always
'due to the burning of midnight oil.