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Show T0DAY IN fflSlW SLIGHTLY JAZZED tfeWJaop n 1 j One hundred and forty-eight years, ago this morning, at 9 o'clock, Old Bon Franklin walked Into the office of the Saturday Evening Post in Philadelphia Phila-delphia and sent for the foreman. "See here, Bill," he said, "you've done a lot of kicking about my copy, but you'll never get anothor chance. I've got a stenographer." And he had. The old wizard had Invented a system of phonography all his own the first shorthand and had trained a giggling, gum-chewing, powder-and-rouge-uslng damsel in Its mysteries. And, after having dismissed tho foreman, Franklin put his feet on the desk and dedicated an editorial. Unofficial history has It that the printers tenderod the stenographer a vote of thanks that night. oo i . i |