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Show HIS INNING. The waitress at the Llttlehat Inn smoothed her apron and turned, giggling, gig-gling, to her asslstanL "There's a regular reg-ular old couutryman Just come In," I she whispered. "He's ordered a chowder chow-der first, the way they always do. When It comes to dessert I m going to have some fun. You listen." The old countryman was taking his last spoonful of chowder from his tilted tilt-ed plate when he became aware that the waitress was hovering hear him. He looked up, and she spoke In a clear, carrying tone. "We've got four kinds of pie." she said. "Which will you have?" The shrewd old eyes twinkled up into the pretty, impertinent face. "I'll have a piece o' the last," said the old countryman, gravely. Youth's Companion. Publicity Seekers. Lives of great men now remind us w Good advice they understand: All, In ways that can not blind us, -v Advertise to beat the band. " |