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Show Excessive Realism. A nativo of Dublin was being IjiH chasod by the police, and was aore j Jam pressed for Bomowhere to hide his lw hoad and the rest of him. He eud- 1 Sim denly remembered that, in a streot 1 VS ncarbyt was a glasswaro shop, kept jlfi by a friend of his. . .WHS Luckily there were no customers JIB in tho shop when he rushed in. ' II "Hide me somewhere!" he pant- ed. "There's a copper tearln' afther 1 jiB me this moment, and It's myself r that'll be handcuffed if I don't hldo '. -Jfi myself, though it's Innocent I am!" "See that big crate there?" said ijHH his frl6nd. "Well. It's empty. You Jl jump in, and If the policeman comes i jlS in hero I'll tell him there's glass In ilgP it Jump In!" - li Paddy had hardly got Inside and ; mf closed tho lid before the policeman 1k panted .Into tho shop. !M "Seen Patrick Murphy this morn- : mk ing?" he asked. J Jf "No." answered the shop keeper, 'life "I haven't.' i tNfc "Well. I'm going to search your Jit' shop, anyway!" retorted the man jlfc in blue. "What'e in that crate?" . , 11? "Glass," unswerod tho man. ; jUfc The policeman went up to It arv ; iljrr. shook It, when from inside, to his i flK astonishment, a husky falsetto voice -flR chirped: MR "Tinkle, tinkle!" . mt. |