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Show One He Didn't Make. The colony of artists living in St. Botolph street, says the Boston Traveler, Trav-eler, are having a laugh on a man xho has been considerable of a nuisance nuis-ance to them the past few months. The man prides himself on brttsque-ness brttsque-ness that he mistakes for wit. The other night he was introduced to a young sculptor whose fame is getting beyond the' confines of Boston. "So you are the chap that makes mud heads, are you?" asked the witty man. "Not all of them," the sculptor replied, re-plied, quietly. |