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Show The Wrong Kind of Juice. ; When a young South aide couplt tried to start their automobile for a t-ip through Mill Creek park Monday evening, they were greatly puzzled irheu the machine refused to mak any signs of action. "What's the matter with the thing?' cried the husband. "I Just filled It tilth gasoline last night." "That's odd," replied the wife. "1 noticed the can untouched In the eel Ur a few minutes ago." "In the cellar?" retorted the hus-Kud. hus-Kud. "Why, I got this in the kitchen." "No wonder the machine will not rua," hysterically laughed the young iroman; "you have filled the car with Ei?le syrup." Toungstown Telegram. |