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Show No Place for an Outsider I used to know a New Tork business busi-ness man who delighted to tell a yarn of his boyhood. He 6ald that when he was about sixteen years old his father, who was a presiding elder of the M. E. church, took him from his home In Pennsylvania to a town out In Ohio where the son was to be entered in a small college. "When we got off the train," said my friend, "the whole town seemed to be In a battle. It was a coalmining coal-mining district, and two groups of husky miners with fists and clubs were doing their level best to destroy each other. There were 20 fights going go-ing on at once! The town marshal was In a doorway looking on calmly. "I rather enjoyed the sight ; but my father as a minister of the gospel was naturally very much shocked. Holding Hold-ing me by the hand, he made for the place where the town marshal stood. "'What does this outrage mean?" the old gentleman demanded. " 'This is pay day by the mines,' explained ex-plained the marshal In a strong Teutonic Teu-tonic accent, 'und every pay day this happens the Irish miners they fights mit the Welsh miners.' " '"But why don't you stop It?' asked my father. '"For why should I Interfere?' said the marshal simply. 'I'm German !' " |