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Show Just Folks ly Edaar A. wees) WORKADAY INCIDENT Ther were soars upon his fingers; til era waa grime beneath bia nails. Ha aat with several others eating eat-ing lunch from dinner palls; But I overheard blm telling, as he munched a piece of bread, I A very funny aentance that bia little girl bad said. He'd been working all tha morning morn-ing and hla face waa far from clean. But a dude at useful labor I have very seldom seen. Td have thought no more about him If ha hadn't proudly told That tsnder, funny story of hia little five-year-old. There waa eomething In hia manner man-ner Just like yours and mine, I'll swear! Hs was brother to tha preacher, banker, merchant, millionaire. He waa sitting at hia dinner with a group of men who -smiled As ha bored them by hia boasting of bis vary lovely child. Then tha foreman blew a whistle and ta work again hs went At a task I'd often noticed with- out thinking what It meant. He waa Just another workman pounding nails In boards above. But to me he was the fellow with tha hula girl to love. (Copyright, lVjT, Edgar A. Guest) |