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Evening Star, Issue 15537, 6 July 1914, Page 2

The Wiles of the Weaker.—A college youth just returned from »'hunting trip called one evening on the lady then brightest in bis many-flamed sky. During a lull in th« chatter ho proffered a request for what was once—long, long ago—technically known as "a chaste salute." "Jack," she said, "' if you kks me I'll tell dad." Jack laughed at the threat, and pecked at the ladv, whereupon she scurried upstairs, leaving the lad in considerable suspense. " Dad," she- cooed timidly through the tobacco emioke, "Jack's downstairs, just home from a hunting trip. He'd like to see that new gun of yours." "All right," grunted dad, and descended the stairs, gun in hand. Jack departed immediately —sans bat, sans, overcoat, sans fan*;—and was seen ao mor».