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Show Couldn't Blame It. The hotel was not a very good one, and the traveling men knew it. Nevertheless Nev-ertheless they were obliged to go there when they came late at night to the little town. In the middle of the night one of them was dimly conscious that something wa3 wrong. Suddenly he realized that the trouble -came from a leaking gas jet. "Wake up, Bill!" he shouted, shaking shak-ing his friend violently. "The gas is escaping!" "Well," growled Bill, "can you blame it?" Ladies' Home Journal. Reminded. "When the autumnal frosts touch) the foliage with tints of red and yellow yel-low against the gray sky, doesn't that Inspire you to thought?" "It certainly docs. The reds and! yellows make me think of the job ahead of me tending the furnace, and! the grays make me think of the dust when 1 sift the ashes." Agreed. Sadie Say, honest now, do you lika-Maggie? lika-Maggie? Pauline Well, she's got a good: heart an' she means well, but Sadie Neither do I. Puck. A textile made in China from raw silk can be buried in the earth-a' year without deteriorating. |