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Show I Ills I'ure Not ITis Fortune. On one of the northern lines there was an old gentleman who had trav-j trav-j eled between the same stations for j years, and was conseqitenlly known i by all the porters at the .stations. As he used a "season," he very seldom carried his ticket. One day an inspector in-spector who was new to the district, was examining all tickets. Going up to the old gentleman, he said: "Ticket, "Tick-et, sir, please?" "My face is my ticket," tick-et," was the reply. "Well," said tha inspector, baring a brawny arm, "my orders are to punch all tickets." London Answers. |