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Show jf Truth Mixed With Poetry. i-IH A Munclo lawyer was making his rjI9f flrst church speech. It was a wel lrlB como to tho now mlnlstor, and In It llfflv hu wn(l tclllng r t,l beauties of his ll0m0 town. Ho spoko of tho streets, WtL ,1U rc2'l('pncea and thon ho began on i"Wm tho trees. "I have ono great treo In fW; tl,y ynr(J" ,10 sn,,1 "thnk racftn moro rm to mo than nay other In town. When iml over I pass it I think of hotr often yfn l lmvo roacll0(1 int0 lli oOUR"8 to EnaLw Pluck tho spring blossoms " RNH And then camo an interruption. Bis KglHp llttlo olght-ycnr-old spn who had been SpHt Pn'lnK close attontlon to fathor'e f cUf speech spoko up. "Don't forgot tha B. m catonilllars, too, fathor," ho said. "Wo M Hi havo to burn 'em about that time, K f too." -Indianapolis Nows. |