_A handkerchief and a sock, by chance met in a tub at the laundry._
_“How did you get in here?” asked the sock._
_“Oh, I was blown in,” replied the handkerchief._
_“I was scent,” said the sock._
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“I’ve got to hand it to you,” quavered the citizen as he passed over his
pocketbook to the hold-up man.
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