In Marseilles last week a large inquisitive fishwife elbowed her way toward the gangplank of the S. S. Rajpntana to see what the gawking crowd was staring at. Having reached a point of vantage she suddenly recoiled in disgust.
"Quel Horreur!" cried she. "A man wearing lingerie!"
The man in lingerie was none other than that pious midget the Mahatma Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. He had amplified his customary loin cloth with a scarf thrown over his shoulders, and a cheap watch dangled from his waist. Perspiring porters rushed ashore...
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