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Show Needed Assistance. A poor old enst-dowu hobo started to knock the paint off of a back door the other morning, and when he tearfully tear-fully told the lady who appeared that he had a sick wife at home and a dozen hungry kids, she gave him a c uple of homemade biscuits. Daintily Dainti-ly the hobo handled them and once more he glanced up wistfully. What's the matter." Indignantly demanded the housewife, "aren't ou satlslied with the biscuits?" "Yes, lady,' replied the trampfnl one, "but I thought perhaps yo i would be so kind as to lend me a nutcracker for a few minutes. |