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Show When the week end traveler arrived at the little country village ho found deserted streets and a terrific rainstorm. The village had been advertised as old world, and the pictures in the guide book suggested a little bit of heaven. But to the unhappy traveler smoky London seemed more desirable. However, the last up-train had gone, so there was no hope. "Tell me " he said to the porter stationmas-ter stationmas-ter inspector, "can you direct me to the best hotel ho-tel here?" "I can, sir. But, as a matter of fact, I hardly like to." "Oh! Why?" "Because when you've seen it you'll say I'm a liar!" London Answers. MMaaHHHHaaiAHiHHiMi |