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Show Evidently He Didn't. James Pomeroy Howe, son of Ed Howe, the Atchison (Kan.) philosopher, philoso-pher, was in New York on his way to France. Fifteen years ago Howe wa In the theatrical business with a Broadway Broad-way actor. The two went South and Joined a minstrel show. A week was all they could stand, and then they started home. In the railroad yards at Memphis, Tenn., a big, rough-looking brakeinan tore open the door of the box car. "Hey !" he growled. "Whaddye mean oy riding in this car?" Howe looked at the club the brake-nan brake-nan held. Then, as his teeth chattered, le assumed an air of surprise. "Why, didn't you want us to ride in t?" he asked. |