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Show ' THE CHINK'S LOGIC. j Near Shanghai an English sailor on , his wny to . the foreigners' burial ; ground to lay a wreath on the grave of a comrade, met a native with a pot , of rce. "Hello, John!" he hailed. "Where are you going with that?" "I talcee put on glave glare of my rien." said the Chinaman. . i "Ho, hoi" laughed the sailor. "And! when do you expect your friend to' come up snd est itr ( "All time aair.ee your flien come up and sme'lee your flowers," replied John. London Optimist. . |