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Show Discomfited MasJier. A gray-haired masher, easily over sixty years of age, was given a cold reception when he endeavored to become be-come acquainted with the wife of a well-known newspaper man recently. The day was cold and rainy. The newspaper man's wife was standing holding an open umbrella. She was waiting for her car. The gray-bearded Individual unannounced sfooped under her umbrella, and stood beside her for an Instant before he remarked: remark-ed: "You seem to be waiting for some one." He was nearly taken off his feet when the woman with a quick reply said. "I think you are mistaken, Santa San-ta Claus." The gray-bearded Individual left suddenly. |