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Show He Wasn't Worried. The Oral ee Age came awccplnc Iorer the n historic world, uniting lis Icy wnroteg from the line of glaciers that wets crunching tbolr wa over Mho palcorolo reicka and driving herds f hairy maminothi, glyptodona nnd otcnfrlghlel croaturei beforo thorn. Just Jhen the prehistoric Paul Ile-vcro Ile-vcro ctmo bounding along, mounted on thOfback or hla faithful dinosaur nnd shooting guttural warnings to tho Care teen. "Fly! bo cried "Tho glaciers are coming! Hun for jour liven or jon will aiirjy perish!" Tut.jtutt" said Alton, the Cave man, emerging from hla cavern and calmly Bunching the thigh bone nt n mylodot ' "MnnMre you maiir cried the hero, rathor Settled "Don't you know thai now npfroirhca the Age of teo?" "Welst. long as It's not the age of I'lutnblK, the Age of (teal, or tho Ago of Cmft, I caro notl" Whereat Ihe prehlslnrle pblloanphet retired pilmly to hla cave and dressed hlmicltln his glml raiment, no that hla fosil remains would make a good appeico upon thslr debut In-an. AmcrjAn museum a million years lator-Now York Bun. |