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Show Why He Quit Wearing Tan Shoes. (New York Morning Telegraph.) John Mason, who is doing his best to j live down his former title of "hand-! some Jack Mason" these days, is the hero of the following brutal little story which is supported by several affidavits. affida-vits. , Mr. Mason is not as a rule addicted to the tan shoe habit, but when he started out on a brief preliminary road tour with Miss Virginia Harned this season he took unto himself an extensive exten-sive repertoire of handsome yellow footgear. There are many interests in the life of Mr. Mason. He likes books; he is fond of art; he is a bon vivant; a connoisseur con-noisseur in horse flesh and motor cars, and a devotee at the shrine of various intellectual fads. But the one large vibrant emotion of the present season stirred in his breast at the sight of his symmetrical yellow shoes. I say stirred, not stirs, because his boot worship came to a sudden end the last day of the Harned tour. As the company was rolling into New York, Mr. Mason, with the high and holy light of a happy enthusiasm glowing in his eyes, was contemplating the outlines out-lines of his own manly right foot as his boot stretched out into the aisle of the car, when a brutal brakeman passing pass-ing through the train shoved his feet under the seat and snapped coarsely: "You'll have to keep that valise out of the aisle!" |