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Show Privileged Youngster. A rather acidulous-looking fomnl-s called at tho Whlto Houso and requested request-ed ono of the big policemen to carry her card to tho president, as sho had business of Importance. Tho olllcer was explaining that just then Mr. Roosevelt was busy when a sound llko an Indian war whoop was heard at tho door, through which burst a boy of about seven years. Ho was on roller skates and nfter crashing around tho room for n minute or so ho disappeared. disap-peared. "Outrageous!" exclaimed tho elderly party. "Why did you not arrest ar-rest that boy, olTlcer?" "Madam," gently oxplalned tho bluecoat. "that, youngster can do anything ho wants In this building so far as I am concerned. con-cerned. He can tear It down without any Interference from mo. Ills name is Quentln Koosovelt." |