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Show Unconventional He took his ticket leisurely at the booking office of a suburban railway station, hut, on hearing the train approaching, ap-proaching, made more haste than speed to the platform. lie was going well until, nearly at the top of the steps leading to the platform, something some-thing or other caused his foot to slip. His silk hat had wabbled onto his brow, his bag and umbrella betook themselves one to the right and one to the left, but he manfully regained these possessions in a grasp-all sort of. fashion while on his knees. Then he looked up at the official at the gate and inquired: "Is this the way to go to the train?" "Yes, sir," was the unsympathetic reply, "you can come that way if you wish, but it looks bad !" |