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Show Hdw SiosisdL Qa. Uul ClqsL jofi, Qwwcsmcsl The young wife had just gleaned a delightful bit of information. "Oh, by the way, Mother," she remarked, re-marked, with exaggerated nonchalance, non-chalance, "Henry's going in for anthropology. You know, I always said he had brains!" "Humph! Anthropology!" sniffed sniff-ed the parent. "That good-for-nothing couldn't even pronounce the word! What gave you that crazy notion?" "Well," continued the young wife complacently, "I found some green tickets in his pocket, marked 'Mudhorse 15 to 1.' When I asked him about them he said they were relics of a lost race." |