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Show Down on Mumlilora. I "Thero is ono bore that 1 wish you newspaper paragraph is Is would pitch i into," suys Mr. M. B Ilnsson. "You i have pretty nearly succeeded with your jibes and flings in putting a stop to tho fellow who used to carry his cane and his ! nmbrella under his arm or over his j shoulder and prod people with It. Now, : I should like to see you take hold of the fellow with the low, mumbling voice, who i talks to people in Ihe cars. I have some acquaintances whom I shrink from meet-I meet-I Ing on the cars simply because I cannot I hear more than half they say, and then I I have to strain tny ears so that It makes my head ache. I don't Hko to keep asking ask-ing them over and over again what they , have said, so 1 frequently pretend to hear tlicm when I don't, ami I sometimes make distressing blunders in my answers. Only 1 last week one of these acquaintances told J me Unit Ids brother's boy had died the ; night before. I only caught the words I 'my brother,' 'boy' nnd 'lail night,' and, 1 concluding Unit a boy had been born to his brother, 1 said, pleasantly: 'is that so? Well, we must make him Bet up the j cigars on thut.' Now, fancy how I felt when I learned the next day that tho boy I was dead. I wish you would go for these mumblers, who mumble in tho cars or iu I other noisy places." Chicago Times. |