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 when you said you would be my true knight fifteen years ago, dear, just think! have always been that to me ever and ever, .

The man who said he thought New York the finest summer resort in the country dropped into a café on his way home and had a glass of beer under an electric fan.

“Wonder what kind of a fly old Harding used,” he said to himself.