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Show His 8oni of (ho Kui:Mi:n-i. The other afternoon, as we were rolling out Woodward avenue, a swell young fellow entered tho car and recognized a fellow swell, when tho following conversation conver-sation ensued: "Aw, there, Chawley, mo boy." "Aw, there, Fwedle, old chappie." "Wery slipewy, Chawley." "Indeed, Fwcdie, that wemlnds me of w'at happened w'ile I was waiting for the caw ah." "W't was it, Chawley?" "W'y, one of those fellahs of the-r-nh of the of the ah twado clawses, you know uh. was carwying a basket of Ah ah hen's furiiit, yon know ah, w'en he becan lo look at me, the beastly fellah, instead of where he was walking, and he slipped up uh, nnd dwopped his basket of nb uh hen's fwrnit, and sat wight down In ii ah, and it so gwatl-fied gwatl-fied my sense of tbo wridlculous that I actually smiled, Fwcdie, actually smiled j ah." Detroit Free Press. |