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Show She AYanted to PrIo Tickets. There was a line ten feet long at the ticket window in the Hudson River railroad waiting wait-ing room, and the policeman on duty was buy reminding the slower travelers to be brisk with their change, when a tall, thin, elderly woman, with spectacles and with a complexion like a halibut, peered in at th ticket clerk and said: "What do you ask for a tkKet to Fougfa-keepsie?" Fougfa-keepsie?" "One dollar forty-seven." "Is that the low.est price!" "Only one rate." "Eliza Smith went up last month and only paid one dollar and thirty cents." "There's been no change, madam. Do you want a ticket?" "Would I save anything if I wit to Peeks-kill, Peeks-kill, got ofT and bought another ticket there?" "Costs more. Ilurry, madam, there are others waiting." "Well, I only wanted to price tickets. I never knowed Eliza Smith to tell the truth before, and I just wanted to be sure that she hadn't broke no record." New York Tribune. |