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Show ' One on the Ticket Seller. "Step right up this way, Indies and gentlemen," said tho flashy youth In the circus ticket wagon. "Step lively, please. Get your tickets the show Is Just going to start. Two for you, sir?" A benevolent round-cheeked old rube and his flock ot children stood at tho edgo of tho crowd, a bunch of gaudy tickets In ono hand and a handful hand-ful of silver In tho other. His pursed lips suddenly turned Into a broad smile, lie) hesltatod and thon walked doubtfully toward the tlckot window still counting tho change Ho edged his way through tho crowd and addressed ad-dressed tho fashionably dressed youth abovo him: "You made a mistake In yer change, sir," ho said. Tho ticket man fumed up nnd shook his head. "No mistakes rectified after you leave tho window, Itube don't you seo tho sign? Move along. Makoway for tho othors." "Hut," expostulated tho farmer. "No buts go with me. Get along." "Now, bco horo." Bald tho Itube, seriously. se-riously. ' "Cut It out, Rube yer wastln' my time. "" mlstnkcs In chango rectified recti-fied after you leavo tho window. D'ye hear?" "Well,1 all right," said tho rustic, turning to go, "I wuz only tryin to tell yo thnt yo guv me flvo dollars too much." |