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Show All Rules Suspended. There was a little group about St. Peter and the outer guards were doing their best to form the applicants in line. Suddenly the venerable gatetender gave a little start. He pointed to the man at the end of the line. "bet the applicant back there that one who is talking to himself and counting his fingers with a lead pencil pen-cil come this way." The man stepped forward. "Walk right in," Bald the saint; "we always make an exception of head line writers." And the applicant, still moving his lips and counting his fingers, passed through the golden portals. |