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Show Mow Sw&siL Qa, ihsi. The young wife had just gleaned l delightful bit of information. "Oh, by the way, Mother," she re-narked, re-narked, with exaggerated non-;halance, non-;halance, "Henry's going in for anthropology. You know, I always laid he had brains I " "Humph! Anthropology!" sniffed sniff-ed the parent. "That good-for-aothing couldn't even pronounce the word! What gave you that crazy notion?" "Well," continued the young rife complacently, "I found tome green tickets in his pocket, marked 'Mudhorse 15 to 1.' When t asked him about them he said they were relics of a lost race." |