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Show It was on a streetcar that a buxom woman was standing the aisle hanging hang-ing to a strap. In front of her sat a rather cantankerous-looking man, ap- ' parently absorbed in a newspaper. The car stopped suddenly and she trod sharply on his foot. He looked up over the top of his ! paper with anything but a happy ex- pression. I "Madam," he said, "will you please get off my foot?" "Put your foot where it belongs," she replied shortly. "Don't tempt me, Madam, don't tempt me," he countered. |