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Show May Come to This. "I shall want some money today, dear," said George Pipwhistle to bis wife before the latter set out for business busi-ness one morning in 1927. And Mrs. PIpwhifitle, grumbling the while, handed hand-ed out the chips and waved her hand from the garden gate, as she made a dash for the eight-nlneteen. Three hours after Mrs. P. had returned re-turned from the city, George Pipwhistle Pipwhis-tle came in. Ho had a mountain of parcels in his arms and the light of triumph In his eyes. "Yes," he panted, as he untied the parcels and disclosed four corkscrews, a stuffed owl, an assortment of paint brushes, a remnant of cloth-bound "Uncle Tom's , Cabin," six walking sticks, a toasting fork, a brace of tin openers and a roasting jack. "Such a scramble ! It's just about the best bargain sale that ever was !" |