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Show oo YES, SHE QUIT. The boss turned up in a bad temper tem-per and, as his eye fell upon a sheet of postage stamps, he yelled at his typist: "Look at those stamps! I don't want them there!" The typist took up tho stamps. , "Where shall I put them?" she i asked. "Anywhere, anywhere!" shouted tho boss. "Anywhere out of sight!" "Very well," said the girl, as an J ominous flush came to her cheeks, and she gave tho stamps a rapid lick, stuck the big sheet on his bald pate and departed in search of another job. |