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Show One He Didn't Make. The colony of artists living pi St Ilotolph street, says th Itosion Traveler, Trav-eler, are having a laugh on a man a ho has been considerable of a mils .nee to them the past fey months. The man prides himself on bru-qun-ness that he mistakes for wit. The other night he was Introduced to a young sculptor whose f.inie Is gelling beyond the confines of liostou. "So you aie the chap that tnakc-i mud heads, are you?" asked the winy man. "Not all of them," the sculptor re plied, quietly. |