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Show "SUCH IMPERTINENCE." Philadelphia Telegraph. She was a little old woman a shriveled mite of humanlty-r-wlth a wrinkled face and thin gray hair. 8he wore a faded bonnet bon-net and a dingy black ooat. She held a letter, and her hands trembled slightly as she reached to pull down the lid of the letter box. An athletic young fellow stepped up and turned the knob for her on Uncle Sam's letter safe. Then he glanced at the missive mis-sive in her hand. "Did you wish to post that letter, madam?" ma-dam?" he asked, respectfully. "Tes." "Well," he said, "there's no address on It. Tou have forgotten to address it. For a moment she hesitated. Then she turned. "What business is that of yours, sir?" she demanded. "I'd like to know what concern It la of yours whether I address my letters or not? Such Impertinence!" The young man. red and embarrassed, stood helpless under the avalanche of language lan-guage that descended upon him. A street urchin whistled softly, "Happy Hooligan," Hooli-gan," and the crowd went up the street with a broad smile on Its face. |