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Show Wage Slave. The wife of a certain prominent member of the Los Angeles Athletic club button-holed v her husband the other day with tears In her eyes. "Darling," "Dar-ling," she murmured, "every day this week I've been looking In the window of a store near the club where there's a perfect drVara of a hat, but the price was. so tremendous " "Perhaps," began the fond husband. "Yes, dear! But there Isn't any perhaps. per-haps. I paid the cook this noon, and what do you think? She marched right down and bought herself that verr hat!" |