A small boy with a bat and a batting eye who can find someone to pitch to him, will bat for hours, will cry, "Chuck us another! Watch me knock it outa the lot!" Joy is his. Among adults, the same joy is experienced by the woman at a church social whose seamstress has told her just why Mrs. Jiggetywig left her husband; or by the male dinner guest in Sedalia, Mo., who took his vacation under the auspices of Thos. Cook & Son. These, to squeeze the last drop of bliss from omniscience,...
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