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Show The Fascination of Trains. (Philadelphia Press.) "It's funny how quickly a man will adopt, the customs of a place that is strange to him," said a man vho has just returned from his vacation. "Go ahead," said his friend. "Spin your yaru." "Well, it isn't exactly a yarn. Ton know 1 live out at Elkjn.s during ne winter. Our house Is within a hundred varrls of the railroad and we have hundreds hun-dreds of trains thundering past each day, but we have become so accustomed to ii that they don't annoy us. In fact, if 1 am reading out there I don't hear the trains at all. "Well, about a month ago my family took a cottage down at a little town where the trains run through at the rate of about half a dozen a day. I went down there to spend my vacation with them. "The first day 1 was there we were sit- I tin? on the back porch when' We heprd a train coming. Immediately the whole familv wife and all made a rush for trip ifront of the house and stayed th'r until the train had gone on its way. When my wife mine back 1 asked: ' 'Expecting some one?' " 'No.' , . " 'Anvone on the tram tnat you knew. " 'is'o.'' " 'Then why on earth did you rush t tho window to see the train rome in?- " -Oh, I don"t know. We always do. "I said nothlnp, but it struck me as ridiculous ri-diculous that a woman wiio was as us-ri to trains as she is should act like a vl-l.i-e gossip everv time a train pulled into the station. Anil I found out that one ot the children was invariably at the station sta-tion to meet each train and ol!ectod enough small talk to last a sewing c'.reK' for an hour or more. "It made me mad nt first, but, by sun. do you know, f hadn't been in that iy'" three days before I found myself doir.i 'the same thin.;. The stit!'.P ;s I bulletin board, where v..u r. '"V '"rt v I new.s of the day.-- " ' lr'' !attJ. I |