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Show uu BATH NIGHT. "When I was working at the big houce," said a bricklayer, jerking his thumb sideways. "I sarc a round, shallow sort of basin on the top of a short post, and I have been wondering ever since what It was." "Where was it?" a carpenterasked. "Right out in the middle of the lawn." "And don't you know what that was?" "No." "Well, I'll tell you. It was a bird bath." "I don't believe It" "Why?" "Because I don't believe there is a bird that can tell Saturday night from any other night." |