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Show SURELY NOT THE REAL THING. The Lad Had Evidently Caught the Genuine New York Spirit. From a city apartment little Jack was going for- the first time to spend Christmas at his grandfather's farm. As he ran. up the steps of the old house his grandmother caught him up in her arms and put him down, rosy and laughing, before the great log fire in the living room. "Isn't that fine, Jackie, boy?" she said. "You don't have big log fires like that in New York, do you?" The boy looked with wide-eyed delight de-light at the huge logs as they blazed and crackled in the generous old fireplace, fire-place, but he was stanchly loyal to his "six rooms and bath." "It's nice, grandma, but it's only an imitation gas log, isn't it? We have real ones in my house." Lippincott's. t |