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Show Perversion of Type. Tho Sunday school tenchor was en-tortnlnlng en-tortnlnlng her class with what sho had fondly planned to bo a "social evening." To her disappointment sho found that all spontaneity had been loft at homo with tho boys' everyday clothes, and conversation dragged hopelessly until her bull terrier came Into tho room. Ho sniffed about from ono shy hand of welcome to nnother, when suddenly a boyish voice, gruff with embarrassment, burst forth: "I hnd a bull pup like that oncet, but ho growed up Into a bloodhound." |