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Show Tho inolng plcturo director was having trouble. In getting one of tho scones right. The girl was supposed to resist nn nttc-npt to kiss her, but tho rohuarsnl wus far from satisfactory. satisfac-tory. "Think, now," said the director, coaching her; "haven't you nir tried to stop n young man rrom kissing jou?" "No," was tho girl's frank reply.- Seattle Argus. deck Donaldson, an old bulchelor rosldlng in Alu.rdeuli, who earned his livelihood by selling llrowond, had n donkey and a cart that he went his rounds with, lie therefore hnd to hire n small shed Tor n stable at a rental of four pounds, thus entitling him to a ote Hard times, however, begun to tell on the sales of his lire-wood, lire-wood, so much ho. In fact, thnt he hnd to dispose of his donkey and glo up the stable. On the polling night ho made his wnj to the plnce of vol-Ins vol-Ins vlth tin Intention of recording his vote as usual. The policeman In I tot dance told him his nnmo was not I" he electors' list that year, and at this .lock llared up mid angrily naked nak-ed for an explanation. Tho policeman stld: "Awell, Jock, yo scfl, yo hlnnn Kit Hie donkey noo." "Oh, aye. I sec; It was the donkey that had tho vote, m.' no' mcl'i replied Jock earnestly. San Francisco Argonaut. |