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Show BUT NOT ON THAT MACH Girl Had Right to Balk on Joy F That Homely Escort Had Prof Ised to Give Her. He was the homeliest man she ever met, but almost his first sent; won her heart. It was: "I'll come around s Thursday and take you out in the j chine." j "Oh," she twittered, picking a from his coat collar. "What T-day, T-day, Mr. Dickdocker?" ! "How does some Thursday : week suit you?" he replied. i "Oh, the first, please!" she claimed. ' That Thursday she stood, wltti new auto coat on, waiting at the lor window for two hours. "I realize he's ugly as sin and fourteen gold teeth," she mused, with wind goggles on he surely look so bad and he'll probably his mouth shut on account ol dust." There was a sudd-en chugging- " 'Tis he!" she breathed. 'Twas. He stopped at the curb-was curb-was seated on a dusty motor: with an extra seat behind! He rank the bell. "Is Miss Niddlestoop at home? Inquired. "No," replied the maid, "she went out the back way." Detroit-Press. |