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Show a ram bio among the bill-boards, pulling down every poster ou which is depicted the "female form divine," in green, yellow, red or other colored tights. Then they softly retire. At a discreet distaneo behind them moves a second party, headed hy a fat and jolly advance ad-vance agent, with a paste brush in each hand, and com posed of uunierons stout-limbed stout-limbed bill-stickers. They repair the ravages. caused by the first party, laugh softly to themselves, cause tho gurglo of old rye flowing from narrow-mouthed Husks to affront the stillness of night, and tlieu they likewise noiselessly disappear. dis-appear. How long will these parties thus follow each other under the glimpse of tho moon, or under rainy skies? Doubtless until this cruel war on tights is over. TliK war ou tights is assuming the belligerent stage. Midnight partiesare the fashion in eastern towns just now, and they are of two kinds. The first consists of the "learors down," headed sometimes by the local clergy, now and then by energetic ladies, aud they take |