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Show 11 Years of Waiting, but It's a Boy j A SMALL cage of Iron filigree in j the city and county traildiug was the habitat yesterday of an im- ' patient hut happy man, C. F. Fischer, j who operates the elevator on the city side of the building. To while away the hours until he could get away from his post of duty, Fischer distributed cigars good cigars, among his friends. With j each went a whispered explanation, the face of the gift-giver wearing an ' ecstatic expression, half proud, half shy. "Eeeu married eleven years and ten days," was the message whis- j pered to one friend. "I been in longer than that," j was the unsympathetic rejoinder of j the friend. "But you don't get mo," came the counter from Mr. Fischer, then another whisper. "OU, well, that's different; con- gTatulations, " grinned the friend. "You say it's the first?" "The first and a boy at that," gloated the father. |