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I dont intend to [[strikethrough]] try [[/strikethrough]] take any such [[strikethrough]] cause [[/strikethrough]] chances of getting sick if I can help it, so I guess Frank and I will part company. I cant say it breaks my hart but of course I would rather he would stay. You can judge what a tart crowd there is here when I tell you that (barring Al Haynes) Clarkson is the best fellow of the lot. Tell Miss Aldrich that I think Mr. Page is the worst pill I ever struck. I want to punch his head any time I meet him. Al and I get along first rate and I think he is a first class fellow. Yesterday when we were coming up from school we saw a fellow sitting down on the sidewalk playing a tin whistle with his nose. He had the end stuffed up his nostril just as you would put it [[strikethrough]] im [[/strikethrough]] in your mouth and was blowing away for dear life.

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It struck me as being quite a trick. Then as we got on a little further we saw a man outside of a [[strikethrough]] butter [[/strikethrough]] butter and cheese shop. He was on a short ladder that was resting against the window post and the window was open, just as they are at home, and he was up near the top of it. All of a sudden the ladder, which was slanted [[strikethrough oit [[/strikethrough]] out quite a ways, began to slide slowly out toward the curbstone and the man began slowly to slide down the window post with it. Finally when it got about half down it began to get up quite a speed where all of a sudden it brought up with plosh on some soft cheeses The man was laying there half dazed on [[strikethrough]] Na [[/strikethrough]] his stomach on the cheeses. I thought we would kill ourselves laughing. After a few seconds he seemed to reallize what had happened and got up, picked up the ladder and