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Show He Wasn't Worried. Tho Great Ice Ago came sweeping over tho prehistoric world, wafting its Icy wnrnlng from tho lino of glaciers that were crunching their, way over tho paleozoic rocks and driving herds ot hairy mammoths, glyptodons and other affrighted creatures beforo them. Just then tho prehistoric Paul B.e-voro B.e-voro came bounding along, mounted on tho back of his faithful dinosaur and shouting guttural warnings to tho Cavo men. "Fly!" he cried. "Tho glnclers aro coming! Run for your lives or you will surely perish!" "Tut, tut!" said Abou, tho Cavo man, emerging from his cavern and calmly munching tho thigh bono ot a mylodon. "Man, are you mad?" cried tho hero, rather nettled. "Don't you know that now approaches tho Ago of Ice?" "Well, so long as it's not tho ago of . Plutpliinc tho Age of Coal, or tho AjFTrfft, I caro notP' Whereat tho prehistoric philosopher retired calmly to his cavo and dressed himself In his glad raiment, so that his fossil remains would make a good appearance upon their debut In an American museum a million years later. New York Sun. |