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Show No Need to Be Told. A lad of fifteen was driving along a country road, taking a load of calves to market, when he chanced to meet a company of young folks who were evidently evi-dently on a pleasure jaunt. The young men of the pleasure party par-ty thought that they would have some fuu tit the expense of the fanner's boy, and commenced to moo like calves. Hut their merriment was of short duration for, without a moment's hesitation, hesi-tation, as the vehicles were passing, the country hid called out to his would-be tormentors : "It's all right: I knew what you were before !" |