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Show When Like Meets Like. Tho caller nt tho toller's window was very bald, but tho toller insliio had him beaten by a hair's breadth. Thero was still a straggling fringe around tho outer bordor of tho caller's head, while tho teller's had long reached the stage when he brused his head with a towel. Tho caller had evidently imbibed rather freoly that day. Ho took a long look at tho teller, smiled a smirking, quizzical smile, then reached into his vest pocket and extracted a fat cigar. "Shoy, old feller," he mumbled, thrusting tho cigar between tho window win-dow bars, "havo ono on me. Anybody that's as baldheadcd as you deserves a treat!" |