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Show r Scfonri-IWnil Clfnn. ! "Every Friday afternoon," Mid a Market street sbopkecpor, "an old col- j' orcd man In black, with on antique tile y and a white bow, like a minister, goes I past hero on a still hunt after cigar I; butts. He finds a good many of them, It la possible, It you'll notice, to pick up ten or twelve In every hundred I ' yards of a well-traveled street. I called him In one day, made him a i present of an Imitation ebony cano rlth an Imitation gold handle, and i ' then asked him boldly what ho did r wth all the butts he scavenged. He ; said be used some, and somo he sold, f He Wouldn't say to whom, t thought t darkly that maybe other cigars wcro made out of those foul findings. That k may be so who can tell? tlut If It la (I so, It Is no worse than the way our t clothes are made out of shoddy. The f dirtiest. Mthles.t rags ore bought-old umbrellas and such things and these t are torn In pickers until they are In f the fluffy, loose slate nt the natural I wool or cotton, and then they are woven Into cloth which we wear on |