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Show A notable meeting took place at Ann Arbor, Michigan, a week or two ago. when, for the first time, Mist Anna An-na Dickenson and Miss Li.lian S. Fd-garton Fd-garton laid eyes upon each other, ibey were counterparts long sundered, the foimer being, as all the world knows, a pretty, petulant, fiery little brunette, and the latter an imperial bl nde, a massive Alruna maiden, who m ght have sung to the "wolves of ihe Goths" in search of Asgard. Miss Dickenson is an unflinching advocate of woman's right to vote, but Miss Fd-garton Fd-garton thinks woman should not be enfranchised. en-franchised. For along time they had vainly yearned for each other, but, at last, they met at a hotel in Ann Arbor, and, each exclaiming "tis she," they rushed like torrents into each other's arms, or rather, the superb blonde opened her arms and the small brunette bru-nette nestled within them, purring like a little brown kitten. Henceforth they would be sisters, aud the la-t that was seen of them was a tableau of the brunette bru-nette sitting on the blonde's knee, while both sipped from the same tumbler tum-bler a liquid which the ingenious hotel clerk called a hot lemonade "with fringe." Yorhl. |
