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Show The Bleeping Car Wreck. Manager Bennett has three bright youngsters, young-sters, ranging from 8 to 7. The other morning morn-ing he was awakened by a heavy crash in the children's room, followed by a prolonged howL He rushed in. The smallest kid wot raising the roof, while the eldest stood, half frightened, contemplating a heavy bureau which was tipped over on the floor. "Papa," he shouted, "Frankie's in the upper berf. Frankie's in the upper berf." With considerable difficulty Mr. Bennett raised the wreck and skidded it on to the track. Then he opened the upper drawer, and young Frank popped bis head out and surveyed the group, "We was playing sleepin' car, pop," he exclaimed. ex-claimed. "I got in all right, and Fwed tried to climb in the lower berf when the old car tipped over. But we didn't brweak nuffin, wid me, popf "Nothing more valuable than your necks, you young train robbers," was the fond parent's par-ent's comforting reply. Washington Post. |