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Show Ready For It. Ho was traveling In the South and had to put up overnight at a second-rate second-rate notel in western Georgia. Ho said to tho clork whon ho cntored: "Whoro shall i autograph?" "Autograph?" said the clork. "Yes, sign my namo, you know." "Oh, right horo. ' As ho was signing his namo In tho reglstor In cntao throe roughly 'clothod, unshorn fellow Immediately rocognlzablo as Georgia "crackers." One of them advanced to tho desk. "Will you autograph?' asked tho clerk, his faco aglow with tho picas-uro picas-uro that comes from tho consciousness conscious-ness of Intellectual suporlorHy. "Certainly,' said tho "cracker," his faco no less radiant than that of tho clerk; "mine's rye.' Tho Argonaut, |