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Show A Str .. Man. A stern vlsaged man, with his steel-gray steel-gray whiskers cut to make him look like a captain of Industry, was walking briskly down Superior nvenue recently past the city hall. Near tho entrance he sawa little diad sparrow that had fallen to the sidewalk. Ho paused and picked up tho dead bird "Makes mo think of when I was a kid," ho muttered. mut-tered. "We always used to have a regular reg-ular funeral and bury 'em when they died. Well, I'll put It over hero where It won't be all ground to pieces by people peo-ple walking by, anyway." Ho placed tho feathered little body on a ledge of the building and then hurried on down street. Cleveland Plain Dealer. |