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Show I More Truth Than Poetry . j ' By JAMES J. MONTAGUE j TOO 0000 TO SI TBUI. One night, whea I suffered a bit of a chin. I went to the drug store ta purchase a pill. An excellent thing when a fellow la III. Aa frequently I had been told. But tha druggist observed. "It will do you no good, I would aell you the pill If I honestly could But you might aa well chew on a aplinter of wood; Such a ue trams should never be sold." One time, when ! found that mr Quadruple Six Waa cutting up capers and didoes and tricks I aeked a garage man to take it and fig Whatever wee- causing tha clatter. Ha oiled it and bade ma to drive It away. "That ear won't aeed fixing for many a day, He told me and added. "There e nothing ts pay Becauaa Iters was nothing tha matter!" A press agent friend whom I met on. ths atreet I saked If he'd try to reserve ma a aeet. For hla show, which ths newapapars aald was a treat .Which people of taste shouldn't mlaa. - , Don't go," ha replied, "tor tha piece la bust. The people' go out every night In disgust. Why the napera should boost It baa got ma non-plusaed. non-plusaed. Whenever I see It, 1 hlaa." t doubt If you hlnk that three atorlea are true. "That len t the way that aueh people would do," Tou aay, with a touch of eurprlee. t wieh I could honeatly - vouch for tha loL " But I'll have to confess that I really cannot; j Aa a matter of fact, they're all Ilea. |