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Show REPORTER TELLS BOYS TO EAT JAM They Take Him at His Word,: and Father Says They Added Pickles to Menu. "Hello. Is this the residence of Justice of the Peace F. M. Bishop?" growled a newspaper reporter Into the transmittal of a telephone. "Yeth, thlr," came In a childish lisp from the receiver clamped against the reporter's -ear. "We Just came from school and there Isn't anyone home but me and my little brother," continued the little one. "Is that so?" was the inane query of the reporter, whose growl hud modulated lo the caressing tones of straw boss of a cement gang. "Well, Just be good children chil-dren until your mamma comes home," advised the rcportor. "If there Is any jam in the pantry you can help yourselves your-selves to It. but don't get into any mischief." mis-chief." "All right," came the answer In the same childish voice, but with a new thrill in it suggestive of adventure anticipated, antici-pated, and the receiver at the other end was hung up precipitately. Tills all happened Wednesday. Yesterday Yes-terday the same reporter had occasion to cull up the Justice again. "Yes, this Is Justice Bishop." came the crisp response. "Arc you the reporter who told mv children to help themselves to tho jam?"' The reporter pleaded guilty and timidly besged to know the extent of damage wrought by his meddling. "Well." continued tho voice of tho justice jus-tice In judicial accents, "they didn't stop with jam, but ate half a bottle of pickles." "Did it hurt them?" squeaked the reporter re-porter fearfully. "Not yet." laughed the Justice. "Oh. thanks, justice, thanks; awfullv glad, thanks; goodbye." and lie hung up In the ear of the justice, but continued to gurgle his thanks at the transmitter, forgetting that he had failed to ask about the coveted news item. |