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Show THOUGHT HE KNEW THE SIGNS Aged Darky Could See Nothing to His Passenger Except a Man Instituting Lodges. ' Bob Hull, the champion story tell- r of Savannah, had occasion lately to take a business trip into interior Georgia. He took his golf clubs with, him, intending to stop on his way foil a match on the famous 1 links at Augusta. He dropped off the train at his business destination a small town on a branch road and carrying his luggage lug-gage climbed into an ancient hack and bade the driver, who was an old negro man, take him to the local hotel. ho-tel. The negro eyed the queer-looking yellow leather bag that his passenger carried with the peculiar looking sticks in it. His curiosity got the best of him finally. "Boss," he began, "please, suh, "scuse me but mout I ax you a question?" ques-tion?" "Go ahead and ask," said Mr. Hull. "Whut kind of a lodge is you instl-ttutin'?" instl-ttutin'?" Saturday Evening Post. |