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Show Not In the Game. (Baltimore American.) "Where arc you going, my pretty maid'" "I'm going ping-pongin?:, sir. she said. "May I go with you my pretty 1 maid'" "Yes, if you like, kind sir. she said She led him away to the ping-pons net: and then came an hour he ll never forget- for his shoulders ache from th many 'stoops to pick up the balls ami I his eyelid droops, where she smote .him , twice with her racket small, wh h left her-hand her-hand as she struck the ball; and he 11 never ping where she pongs ?eain for she heard him swear when she. pinged him then. |