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Show The Way Out. An Indian missionary, a visitor to New York, says that an Irish waiter at his hotel became rather confidential confiden-tial one day when things were unusually un-usually quiet. "He told me," says the missionary, "that in three years he hoped to return re-turn to the Emerald Isle and end his days in peace on the little farm that le was able to call his own in extent ex-tent about sixteen acres. Then he vent on. "Besides, yer Riv'rince, I vent to go to heaven when I die, and that is impossible from New York." |