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Show His Son's Father. At a very fashionable and equally expensive tailor shop about town a certain middle-aged, out-of-town customer cus-tomer discovered that he lacked sufficient suffi-cient change to pay for his humble purchase a pair of gray gloves. "May I charge them?" he asked. "I find I haven't my checkbook with me." "What was the name?" demanded the rather displeased tailor iu peremptory peremp-tory manner. He was told the name and address. "Oh, that's all right, sir," exclaimed the tailor, now beaming with exaggerated exagger-ated affability. "Your son trades here." |