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Show A Juvenile Actoe. The other day a sharp looking little fellow, with a shock of lieht brown hair that looked as though it had no very recent acquaintance ac-quaintance with comb and brush, said to his teacher, very abruptly: "Teacher, "Teach-er, I ain't coming to school any more." "Not coming to school any more! Why, what's the matter; don't you like your teacher ?" "0, jimini ! "dont I ! You beL But I'm agoin back to the theatre!" "Back to the theatre!" "Why yes; I act, Idocs." "You act ! Where?" "Yes, I've been on the stage lots. I'm an old hand at it. I was an angel up to the 'Black Crook,' and a bullfrog down to the 'White Fawn,' and I tell you what it is, teacher, teach-er, I'd a heap sight rather bo a bullfrog bull-frog than an angel any day." N. Y. Evening Eost. |