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Show COULDN'T SPANK hr SON. lie Will a Father Hlraelf ami Wonld Have Ueen Olnd to OMtire. Teople never get an encouragement for doing the Good Samaritan act in the interests of the publip, as the man decided de-cided who offered to assist a distracted woman and ameliorate the suffcrirgs of a lot of respectable people ou a suburban car. The boy who howls was in evidence, the curled darling of his only own mother and the terror of everybody else, and he had kept the car in a state of wild excitement and exhausted the patience of everybody, including his doting parent. "Oh, if your father were only here!" she had -said for the fiftieth time, as she tried vainly to restrain the howling terror. ter-ror. At that he stopped howling long enough to beat the air with his small shins, and the wsmaaon the other side of him remarked audibly that a cage wa3 the proper place for savages like hira. "Johnny, dear," asked his mother, "won't you be a good boy ?" Roars and kicks from Master Johnny. "Oh, I wish your father were here to give you a good trouncing this very minute!" she wailed as she struggled with him. Then it was that the philanthropist of "the' company aseertexV himself. lie had been trying in vain to read his morning paper ever since he started from home. "Allow me.tnadam," he said, blandly; "I am a father myself, and I will be happy to chastise your cherub in behalf of his absent parent. "Oh, no you won't, not if I know it!" said Johnny's mother, rising- in her wrath like a tigress. "There ain't that man living dare lay a finger on that boy his own father "or any other ugly old catamount who thinks ho knows it all," and she effectually shut off debate de-bate by going into the next car and taking tak-ing the sweet infant with her. Chicago Times-Herald. |