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In Camden, N. J., Mrs. Elsie Barnabie eyed malevolently the workmen who had come to replace the electric light pole on her front lawn, refused even to give her the old one for firewood. As soon as they had dug a clean new hole she plumped herself down, dangled her legs in the hole, delivered an ultimatum: "Now you can't put any pole in at all. It would block our view." Equipped with blankets, food and a blazing fire nearby, she sat stolidly on the edge of the hole all afternoon, all night....
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