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Show The Lost Umbrella. Little things can be very trying- at times, Mr. Fowler thought, when one wet moraine; he could not iind his umbrella. um-brella. Like many married men, he believed in tho maxim. "When in trouble blame your wife." "I say, Ellen," he shouted, "what on earth has happened to my new umbrella? I brought it home last night and now it's gone; and, of course, it's raining furiously!" "Why, it's scarcely raining at all!7' said his wife. "But last night it wns simply pouring when the parson lclt and so I lent him your umbrella! " "What an asinine tlimg to do! I shall never see it again now, so I may as well buy another today." " How can you be so wicked Addl-phusf Addl-phusf As if the parson would stoop to stealing your umbrella?" "Stoop' to stealing it be hanged! X borrowed it from him a couple of months ago!" Pliiladclnoia Ledger. |