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Show Keeping Up Appearances. "Mrs. Finletter and her husband had just moved into a $13 seven-room house. The first Sunday morning there, as Mr. Finletter sat on his little lit-tle porch and all the neighbors on .both sides of the street sat on their little porches, Mrs. Finletter suddenly sudden-ly came to the front door and shouted at her husband in a loud, vexed voice: "Hilary Finletter, will you or will you not come in to luncheon? The champagne is nearly fiat, and you know how soon a dish of terrapin gets colu'r" Finletter tossed down the comic section and hurried indoors with a dazed smile. "What are you kidding me for?" he asked, as he looked at the rump steak , and potatoes on the dining table. "It's not you, Hilary, I'm kidding," said his wife. "It's the neighbors." St. Douis Globe-Democrat. |