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Show Advice Not Needed. A man from the backwoods visited New York for the first time ono Christmas, Christ-mas, and went into a restaurant to have his dinner. All wont well until the waiter brought him a serviette. The eyes of tho backwoodsman flamed nnd, pulling a six-shooter from his hip pocket, he told that waiter his mind. "You take that blamed thing away at once," he said, evenly. "I reckon I know when to use a handkerchief, hand-kerchief, without having them darned hints thrown out!" |