To the swarming customers headed last week for the glare of the carnival midway in Great Falls, Mont., there seemed nothing special about the husky-voiced man at the refreshment booth just inside the grandstand. "Kids, kids, kids!'' he would cry. "Big kids, little kids, bring your dimes and nickels! Get your ice cream here!" He pushed the hot dogs ("See how long they are!30¢ to the foot, 90¢ to the yard!"), kept up a steady stream of jingles ("Local bread, pound of meat,/And all the mustard you can eat"), in every way seemed to...
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