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Show I The Height of Forgetf ulness. "Do you know," remarked one prominent promi-nent clubwoman to another the other day, details the Indianapolis News, "when they met in the street, "I am getting awfully forgetful. I forget meetings, what I am shopping for, and everything like that. Why, I am even getting worse than that. When I get up to introduce some one I forget the name. The other day I embarrassed Mr. when I Introduced him to young Mrs. because I forgot his name." "I have you bent," replied the other. "Last week I had to go up to a meeting meet-ing In the northern part of the state, and since 1 lie train service was poor I took an lnterurhan. .1 had to transfer at Muncie. for that was all the farther the car went. Just when I got tn the ticket window In the Muncie station I forgot where I was going next. I went back to my suitcase and seat in i the waiting room to recall the name J ! of the town, but for the life of me, I couldn't get it. Train time came nearer near-er and nearer, and I was getting more desperate. At last I hastened to the telephone booth and called up a friend In Muncie. She finally told me the name of the town, and I got along all right." "Where was the place?" asked the vanquished one. "It was, let me see " Rut there the poor woman stopped. She again had forgotten the name of that little town, somewhere In northern north-ern Indiana. |