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Show Their Privilege. "Look here !" carped a muddy motorist, mo-torist, halting his muddy car in front of where Mr. Gap Johnson of Rumpus Ridge was situated, draped over his own fence. "Are those infernal young savages, just around the corner there, your children?" "I reckon," was the nonchalant reply. re-ply. "What have they been doing?" "Doing ! Why, ten or a dozen of them were playing in a mudhole, and when I came along the whole squad lined up and threw mud at me as fast as they could sling it. Look at me! Look at my car " "Aw, well, what can I do about it? This is presidential year, and they've got a right to sling all the mud they yaw-w-w-wn ! want to." Kansas City Star. |