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Show Scored Off His Dad. He was the son of a worthy manufacturer manu-facturer and had just returned from abroad. His father, a brusque, matter of fact man, surveyed his offspring, who was togged out in the latest London Lon-don fashion, with distinct disapproval. "Young man," he blurted out, "you look like an idiot." Just at that moment and before the youth had time to make a fitting re play, a friend walked in. "Why, hello, Billy! Got back, have you?" he exclaimed. "By George, how much you resemble your father." "So he's been telling me," said Billy, juietly. Brooklyn Eagle. |