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Show Passing the Tlm. From an eastern city comes a sad story of a pawnbroker. He was enjoying en-joying a beauty sleep when a furious knocking at the street door brought him to the window with a Jerk. "What's the matter?" he shouted. "Come down," demanded the knock er. "But" "Come down!" The man of many nephews hastened downstairs and peeped around the door. "Now, sir?" he demanded, I wan an know the time," said the reveler. "Do you mean to say you knocked me up for that? How dare you?" The midnight visitor looked Injured. "Well, you've got my watch," he said. Arogonaut. |