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Show VOLUNTEER INFORMATION . A motorist whose engine was knocking badly pulled up to the curb in a village and accosted two pedestrians. "Is there a mechanic me-chanic in this town?" he inquired. inquir-ed. A-yup," one of the pedestrians replied. 'Well, what's his name?" "Ephraim llarkins." "Ephraim Harkins, eh? Where's his place of business?" "116 Chesnut Street," his informant in-formant stated. "And how do I get there?" The native doing the talking directed him and the motorist drove off. "Eph," said the other pedestrian, pedes-trian, then, "why didn't you tell that feller that you're Ephraim Harkins?" "Well. Cy." drawled Ephraim, "it's like this he didn't ask me.' I |