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Show ',, Lt Her Lunch J When I waa aerenteen I weighed pearly 200 pounds. I had been In vlted to a picnic and had been asked to furnish two fried chickens, I boarded a street car so crowded that tending room waa at a premium. The conductor called a street and a large passenger with two suitcases center-rushed through the crowd Just Inside In-side the entrance. When the pressure was diminished a veritable rain of fried chicken began, first the drumsticks drum-sticks went past, then the wings. I waa too embarrassed to speak. When all the chicken had gravitated to the floor I edged away as If to disclaim any previous ownership. My embarrassment reached Its climax, cli-max, however, when a motherly looking look-ing woman said; 'Oh, look I The poor fat girl has lost her lunch." Beho-bota Beho-bota Sunday Herald.' |