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Show "WHAT DAD SAID" While a more seilous tone might Letter belli such a subject, viewed f i om some uspects, yet the following, iVhlcli appeared under tho aboue cop-. cop-. tiln In the Manchester Journal, muy uetter, because of Its tcrso mid tin-.urulshed tin-.urulshed trutliruliiess, sere the pur. ,iuae or warning for which It Is In tended, mid which is probobly as bad y needed hero as In any town of Its dire. The article says, and the moral Is obvious: A young lady, her checks Hushed with Indignation mid her eyes Hash lug tire, burst li: upon her parents ,ii ul demanded In no uncertain terms hat her papa Immediately 'go out mid ick a certain smart young man In that town. 'Why, papn, ho lllrted with mo; ho .inked mo; 'which way, little one,' and -Ifered to follow me. I want him whipped. Oh, If I were only a man!" .Mamma naturally got dad's hat mid .old him whole tho old slx.shooter ay hidden away. Hut papa didn't ako tho hint. ''Daughter," lie said, calling the .' i r 1 to his side, "no ouo on earth is more Interested In you than your old ind no one quicker to rlso to your lefense.. Hut, llstou, daughter. This cry Interest has led mo to study you, Hid this Is what I have learned: "You go down tho street vory daintily dressed. You deliberately nxposo of your person wliut Is ncces-tary ncces-tary to appeal to the carnal Instinct In man. Your lovoly neck, u large portion of well developed breast, your arms, mid by menus of ii silt skirt snd transparent hoso a goodly sharo if our lowor limbs me exposed to lew. The portion of your body that !s eoveied la clothed In such a way ;luit every curve and angle Is brought jut In bold relief. "Then, when ou pnss a man or loup of men, you giggle, toss your head, and perhaps romurk to your girl companion thnt this la tho slow Bl old town you over saw. And It some man accepts your chnlleiigo you want him shot. "Not long ago I was In a town and xiinted a glass of beer. 1 came to ,i big building along the side of which u big black letters was the word. Saloon.' I slopped lusldo to Hud It ."no some other line of business, but .vhlch Is often run In connection with a saloon. I called for a glass of beer mid tho proprietor seemed to doubt whether (o shoot me, cull the police, or kick me Into the street. "Daughter, I was a strungcr In that nlace; I didn't know that man or his business, I only was guided, or In this case misguided, by his sign, The mail who accosted you is a stranger hero nml, daughter, as I havo said before, I havo studied you and your v.ns," |