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Show . '1 Too Hungry to Heed. An old, old woman sat on the curb of , Park row. Her clothing .was rags. Her bleared eyes woro deop In a setting of wrinkles. Upon hor scant gray hair there IH was somothlng that onco had been & hat. IH Sho trembled with weakness. Beside her , I IH was a basket filled with trumpery, ovl- dontlv a stock in trade Passing her, were ii scores of well-clad men and women. Few j noticed tho wretched wreck- Her feet. shoeless but wrapped In strips of carpet-lng, carpet-lng, had been brulsod on tho stones of the rlrcct. and she was adjusting tho cover- , "Terrible!" said a lndy1 to her e.Tcort- 'IH "Ye.i," he replied. "Whero'll wo go for lH lunch?" New York World. IH . i i IH |