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Show An Oversight. When Chapplo got up the other morning ho wandered around his apartment in his pretty pink pajamas, tho very picture of woo. "What's tho matter, sir?" inquired his valet. "I don't know, Alphonso," ho groaned; groan-ed; "I passed a most unhappy night." Alphonso looked him over carefully. "Oh, sir," ho exclaimed, "I know what was tho matter. Tho trousors of your pajamas wero not creased. You must bo moro careful, sir. Thoso I had prepared for you wero hanging across tho foot of the bod." Tho Do- hcmlan. |