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Show Was in Real Trouble. A passenger who escaped uninjured from a serious railway smash, seeing a fellow-traveler searching anxiously among the wreckage with a lantern, offered to assist in the search, and, thinking the old man had lost his wife, asked in sympathetic tones: "What part of the train was she in?" Raising his lantern and glaring at the kindly disposed passenger, the old man shouted with indignant distinctness distinct-ness that triumphed over physical infirmity: in-firmity: "She, sir! she! I am looking look-ing for my teeth!" |