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Show Converted to Advertising. The small daughter of a Little Rock family had been praying each evening at bedtime for a baby sister. The other morning her mother, reading the paper, exclaimed: "I see Mrs. Smith has a little daughter." 'How do you know that?" asked the child. "I read it in the paper," answered the mother. "Read it to me," said the daughter. The mother read: "Born on March to Mr. and Mrs. Smith, a daughter." The child thought a moment, then said: "I know what I am going to do. I am going to quit praying and begin advertising." |