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Show Out Of It. Up and down the village street walked old Tompkins, dressed all in his Sunday best and with a clean collar on. "Hello, old fellow!" a friend hailed him. "Aren't you work lug today?" "Xo," "replied the old man, proudly. "I'm celebrating my golden wedding." "Really? Then you've been married fifty years:" "Yes. I have." "Then, where's Mrs. Tompkins? Isn't she celebrating, too?" "The present .Mrs. Tompkins," the old man coldly rebuked the telle question, "has imthing to do with. Reedy's .Mirror. |