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Show Fellow Feeling. An advirtis.ii, g man of Cleveland was going home one night In a street car. It was lute and tbe man who sat tie it to him began to talk. "What business are you In?" ha aske-d. "The advertising business." "Is that so? I used to be In tbe advertising ad-vertising buMnes r,:yeif. Quit it, though, and we nt Wo the r.g and old bott'e htitinc, got A horse and clean up my idxty every month.'" The re. eemed to be nothing for tLa advertising man to say, so be said It. "Yes," continued tb talkative man, "I was In tbe advertising business-was business-was a sandwich man for a clothing stoie for six months! Say." and he leaned over, confidentially, "ain't It hard work when the wind tlowa?" Saturday Evening Post. |