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Show Damaged Goods. The little boy of the suburb who runs errands for the neighbors when he gets a penny for it stepped timidly up to the counter of the hardware store. "I want a uh, a lock washer 1 Y'ou know, one that goes on a bolt to keep the nut from slipping, and is stationary." station-ary." The hardware dealer pulled out a little lit-tle drawer and tossed out a few metal disks on the glass showcase. The boy examined them. He found that they were not only perforated in the center, but that they were split, and the two ends bent apart, much like the clincher rim on an automobile tire. He handed the washers back after gravely examining them. "I don't want 'em," he decided. "Those things are broken." |