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Show Pcce Overtures. There was blood In tho eyes of the two suburban housewives as they glared daggers at one another over tho whitewashed fence. "As for you," hissed tho one In the red knit jacket. "I don't know what I could say that would be sufficiently severe. I hate you!" "And you," retorted tho ono in the blue shawl, "are really not worth wasting breath over. So there!" There was a painful pauso and then tho ono in tho knit Jacket continued: would say a gre.xt deal more were it not for your sweet llttlo baby." "Do do you really, think he Is sweet?" "I do, and I aw not backward about saying it, although I despise his mother. Ho Is the prottiest llttlo boy in twenty blocks." "Then then let's make up. Neighbors Neigh-bors shouldn't be enemies. I'll hand you a dish of stewed prunes over tho fences." Then they kissed. |