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Show Welcome. In a little bush league town the bait club considers Itself lucky if. at the; end of the season, gate receipts hay$ been enough to pay expenses anil ther is enough over to buy a round of .cl-r gars. During a recent game a biplane was observed hovering low over the park, and the manager was just wondering whether airships were to lie added to-bouse to-bouse roufs and knotholes as a me-r dium for beating the gate, when the machine lurched and dropped rather heavily into the outfield. Presently the birdinan opened his eyes to find the manager bending solicitously so-licitously over him. That oillciul gava a sigh of relief at the stranger's return re-turn to life, nnd remarked cheerfully "Feeling all right, now, old fellow? Then you can just give me your quar ter and we'll go on with the game I" , |