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Show Slow Work. It was on an east Texas train. The little office pot of an engine, having wheezed laboriously over serpentine rails, jolted to a restful slop at no place in particular. Time passed tediously. Some' of the pass engers stalked nervously np and down the aisles, while others drew their felt hats down over their eyes and tried to forget it. When a half hour had elapsed the conductor came through. "Say, friend," said a querulous voiced old man, "as near as you can tell, what's holdin' us?" "We're taking on water," was the explanation. "Well, why don't you git another teaspoon? That un seems to leak omething dreadful!" |