Nebraska Newspapers

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Atlantic City, N. J., Aug. 27.—The
writer watched Firpo work out yes
1 terday afternoon in his training camp
at Atlantic field, which is given over
in the evening to greyhound racing,
the strange sport that came from out
of the west.
AS the "Wild Bull" worked in an
open-air ring, a small crowd in the
new wooden gramhdnnd could hear
the occasional yelps of the lean-flank
ed racing dogs kennelled in the sheds
not far away.
The scene was strangely unlike the
average training camp of a tighter
getting ready for a hig match. Before
the boxing started, Joe McCann, the
Newark heavyweight, who once put
t'Trpo down for a count, warmed up
in front of the grandstand, doing a
species of shadow boxing so slowly it.
looked as if he was working for the
slow'' action motion pictures.
Old Jeff Clark, the once celebrated
"Joplin Ohost," was pawing the air
nearby slowly, dully. A fattish-look
ng white-skinned young man, later
disclosed as Peru, the Argentinan
light heavyweight, also pranced
around in gymnasium tights, while
Firpo punched the bag with none too
much vigor.
Vigor Is Lacking.
Things seemed too slow, too loggy.
There was no pep In the atmosphere.
Perhaps it was the warm weather.
Firpo ought to have someone around
there speeding ’em up.
lie boxed first with Joe McCann,
then with the Joplin Ghost and fi
nally with Pora. He went two rounds
with each man.
The boxing with McCann was slug
gish, but the bout with the Joplin
Ghost was quite lively. The old
ghost once had a great left hand, ami
lie was trying to stab the remnant of
Jit into Firpo’s face. He reached Fir
po's features occasionally. Firpo is
as open as ever to a left-hander.
The ghost kept crouched low and
bobbed his head, something after the
style of Dempsey. Once lie became
. areless and tried to trade rights with
Firpo, and “The Wild Hull” clipped
him a smash t made the ghost
groggy. In the last minute of the
■second round Firpo nailed the ghost
back of the head with his favorite
punch, the one that dropped Brennan
and others, and the negro swayed
dizzily. Firpo gathered him in his
big arms and the ghost was saved
from a fall.
The workout with Pcra followed
and Firpo seemed to keep his punches
under wraps. The bout with the
ghoBt was the best line on Firpo, who
at times showed stuff that caused
Philadelphia Jack O’Brien to exclaim
In astonishment.
Improvement Is Noted.
That Firpo has improved, aiul has
a chance of continuing to Improve,
there is no doubt. Philadelphia Jack
O'Brien boxed with him when Firpo
first came into prominence, and
O'Brien says that it was easy to hit
Firpo with anything.
“But lie showed me that lie was a
natural puncher that day," said Jack.
"He nailed me a body smash that al
mist curled me up. I think that’s
his best punch, although the wallop
he puts in back of the ear is a mur
derous thing.
^ “He hus improved. Watch ids left
hand. It may not be a good left, but
It is far from being a bud left, lie
keeps it out there very well, and if
you notice his fighting position, he
keeps turned sideways to an opponent,
his shoulder forward. That not only
protects his chin, but adds materially
to his reach. He keeps both feet turn
ed sideways, something I never saw
any other fighter do. but he can step
like a lightweight when lie desires.
“No fighter can afford to take any
chances with this man. He is a dan
gerous puncher. He is liable to knock
a man out hitting him anywhere. I
lather think Dempsey will prove too
fast for him, but in my opinion Dunp
»ey wants to put his speed on very
early, as tic did against Willard. Don't
you underrate Firpo. He's big. He's
ihe strongest man I’ve seen in the
iing, and he can hit.''
Dempsey Stops
Training Grind
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Bt Associated Press.
Saratoga Springs, N. T.. Aug. J17.—
Training activities at Jack Dempsey's
,.amp were at a standstill today, with
indications that the champion would
not resume work with the gloves un
il Thursday. The tltleholder, fear
ing the danger of going stale from too
much work, decided that a layoff of
wo or three days will enable him to
N*-<Uakc off a cold that has been bother
ing him.
Dempsey is considering an invita
tion to go on a fishing trip. It Is
probable that he will not do any
boxing until Thursday. When he re
sullies work lie will have two and
possibly three additions lo his staff of
-purring partners. Jack McAuliffe,
the Detroit heavyweight, and .lark
Renault, the Canadian heavyweight,
who helped to cultivate Jack for the
match with f'.irpentier tow years ago,
are expected to arrive today. Farmer
bodge, a Minnesotan, Is due Thurs
day.
The cold from which Dempsey Is
suffering was reflected in his work
out yesterday, when he appeared to he
slow in his boxing with Jack Burke
and George Godfrey. The character
istic aggressiveness was missing.
Independent Games.
The North Omaha Ramblers tief<.->i j
cri the Florence Merchants Sunday by
i ci to *; score. Wagner allowed the
Merchants sevpn hits and fanned 10
batters.
The Eatmore Candy company team i
defeated tho Florence Ramblers by a
15 to J2 score Sunday. George Krebs
allowed the Florence team one lilt In
five •innings ami was lhen relieved
from mound duty.
The Sherman Avenue Merchants re
ceived a forfeit from the Oly I'lri
men and then took a hot contest, from
M W. A. No. 945 by a B to 5 score,
oleson for the Merchants sent back !
10 via the strikeout route and allowed
nine hits. Klbler, who did the hurl j
leg for the lodgetnen, "truck out 10
.111(1 yielded 12 hits. II l»o* tie wait e
with a triple and three single" copped
hatting honors. The latler are
Schneider Electric Metropolitan
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FliiPO hail an aching tooth for
Dempsey, lint wanted to post
pone his visit to the dentist.
They fight much sooner than Flryo
hoped to.
Argentlnans are mailing good in
simrts. One of. their jolly boys
swain across English channel. Just
to make it Argentinan, lie swain
it the wrong way. From France
In England, instead of from Eng
land to Franee. Maybe lie was
right. Who can tell?
That queer republic also turned
out one of the best polo teams that
ever fell off a pony. The all-Argen
tinan four toured Europe and Amer
ica last year iftid almost won some
thing.
There arc always four on a polo I
(cam for some reason. Maybe it's
five. Who knows?
Then Kirpo comes , along anil
challenges Dempsey. Jack accepted
the challenge a year too quick.
Maybe it was too soon. Who cares?
Anyway, it proves that republics
turn out better athletes than mon
archies. Even if Kirpo wins, the
prince of Wales will tumble off
his horse at the next water jump.
That’s certain.
If Firpo wins, the championship
still remains in America. It's Latin
America, but who speaks It?
France is another republic that
sent a champ over here to be bar
becued. Carpentier made the round
trip and collected plenty of plunder.
He lost. But one thing you can
say about republics is that we pay
both the carpet boater and the car
pet, Nice people.
China is final republic to enter
athlrtlcx. They are getting ready
for Ill'll) laundry Olympics. Their
specialties sare throwing the Iron,
hop, step and running raids, anil
shooting the clip. They are also
experts in swatting the pipe.
(Cory right, 1921. >
$15,000 Hurler
Is Real Rusher
A small town In Texas. That s
where Frank Isbell, owner of the
Wichita club, found Kr nie Maun, lead
ing pitcher of the Western league,
who has been sold to the New York
Giants for a price said to be around
»lB,Oon.
Maun had never seen a professional
ball game until he came to Wichita
in 1920, He was a sandlot hurler
and asgueen as grass.
Burgess Bedtime
Stories
BY THORNTON W. RIRGKHN
From the beginning to the en<l.
All must Ihe school of life attend
—Old flglother Nature.
At School in the Old Stone Wall
There len t a nook or crevice in the
old stone wall that Striped Chipmunk
doesn't know. He knows the old
stone wall as you know your house.
All his life he has known Johnny and
Polly Chuck, so he knew jus', what
kind of a place would probacy suit
the young Chuck, who wanted to
make his home in the old stone wall
for a while. The young Chuck was
delighted, for Striped Chipmunk led
him straight to a hole that had been
dug under the old stone wall, with an
entrance between two big stones. Jt
was an entrance just the right size for
the young Chuck to pass through
easily. He was very grateful to
Striped Chipmunk and told him so.
"Don’t mention it." replied Striped
Chipmunk, his brigh't eyes twinkling.
"Don't mention it. I hope you fl en
joy it here. I ll be glad to have a
neighbor." Then without another
word he scampered away.
The young Chuck soon made him
self at home. Within juet a few fe»i
of tile hushes along the old stone wall
was plenty of grass and tender, sweet
clover. There was almost no risk at
all in getting all he wanted to cat.
Truly It was a delightful place. Ho
no longer thought of going hack
home. He was satisfied right where
he was. So he spent his time eating
and sleeping and growing and learn
ing lessons.
He didn't know he was learning leu
sons, hut he was. One of the fust
Rf»»x
Ktild; Kox was just trotting l»aM
things he learned was that Bowaet
the Hound was quite harmless to him
unless he should l* careless enough
to be surprised too far from the old
stone wall. He learned that Blank
Pussy the Cat was no longer to he.
feared by him, but that she was a con
stant danger to Striped Chipmunk
So whenever he saw her he would
give the alarm.
He learned to know the feather folk
Buster Brown
and Tige
Are Coming to
Omaha to Entertain
the Children
Get FREE
TICKETS
Tuesday
in the Brapdeis
Store Buster
Brown Shoe De
partment, Third
Floor. East, for
entertainments by Buster Brown and
Tige at the Brandeis Theater—Friday,
10:30 a. m.; Saturday, 10:30 a. m.
who lived in the Old Orchard, and to
understand their warnings of danger.
It didn't take him long to find out
that their eyes were much sharper
than his, and that when he heard
th^m shrieking in a certain way it
was best to get close to the entrance
to his home, flatly one morning he
heard Sammy Jay shrieking "Thief!
Thief! Thief!" Very cautiously he
poked his head out to see what Sam
my was making such a fuss about.
He pulled it in again in a hurry.
Reddy Fox was just trotting past.
After that whenever he heard Sam
my Jay calling "thief" in just that
way he knew that Reddy Fox or >lrs.
Reddy was somewhere near.
He made the acquaintance of Chat
terer the Red Squirrel, and soon
found out that all Chatterer's impu
dence and boastful threats were harm
less and that Chatterer was always
one of the first to give warning
when danger was near. He came out
very early one morning just at break
of day, Rnd was just In time to see
Hooty the Owl swoop down for a
young Meadow Mouse. So he learned
it wasn't safe to go out too early
in the ♦nornlng. He learned in the
same Tvay that it wasn't safe to stay
out after the first of the Black Shad-,
ows came creeping out from the
Purple Hills. Every day he learned
something and tucked it away in his
head where he would never forget it.
(Copyright, 1923.)
The next story: "The Beginning of
Wisdom."
Reddy Fox Was .lust Trotting Past.
Alleged Bandit Leader
Arrested in Los Angeles I
Dos Angeles. Cal . Aug 27.—Dimer
Dowdy, alleged leader of a gang of
bandits who on May 2D last, held up
and robbed David Antink. cashier of
the Hun Drug company of 117,000, waa
arrested here.
Dowdy, police say, has a long
criminal record and numerous aliases.
Dowdy denied that he was impli
cated in the drug company robbery
and said lie had intended to surrender
to the police so that he could prove
hia Innocence.
According to police records Dowdy
is wanted by the police In Philadel
phia for "aggravated assault, battery
and robbery," In that city on April
22. 1021, when $33 000 was taken in a
robbery.
He once was arrested In Dons
Beach. Cal., for the Philadelphia of
fense, but was released on $3,000 bond,
which he jumped. Records also shqw
he was arreated In Portland, Ore , and
Heattle for various offenses.
I7ee W ant Ads produce results.
Rough-Hewn Dorothy Canfield |
(Continued from lrt(«vdu.)
SYNOPSIS.
Neale < ritteudcn. typical American
vhuiik man. ha* iroHii up in I nlnntown.
a village near New York eltjr. ha* been i
graduated Trim* Columbia unlvendty and
ban taken a position with a lumber firm.
\t college he fell In love with Martha
M entworth, who declined hia prwpo*al to j
wed. Martha i* upending a year In tier- I
many with her father. Neale accept*
hi* diaappointment philosophically and |
bend* III* effort* toward surer** In busi
ness. In France. Marine Allen. about
Neale'* age. live# with her American
father who i* foreign agent for an Amer
ican firm. She I* nn accompli*hed lin
guist and plant*! and goes to Home to
eontinue her *tudle«. Neale ia spending
a *ear abroad. In Home he meet*
Marine and they become close friend*.
Neale and Marine y|*lt place* of intereftt
with two other American*, a young man
named Livingstone and a young woman.
Mis* Mill*. Neale and Marine are be
i oming extremely fond of each other*
company.
CHAPTER XL1X
if only Mairse would go away.,
would go away and give her a
chan'ce. thought Eugenia despairing
ly, coming slowly into her sitting
rooin where Mile. Vallet sat writing
in her journal. Josephine heard the,
door close and hurried in with her
quick silent step to take off her mis-,
tress’ wraps.
"Mademoiselle looks so tired after
these long walks!’’ she said solicit
ously. scrutinizing with a profes
sional expertness the color of the
young face. "I don’t think they
agree with Mademoiselle at all. This
climate is too soft to walk about so.
Nobody does. Mademoiselle might—
without presuming to advise—
Mademoiselle might be wiser to go In
cabs.’*
Eugenia held out her arms as Jose
phine slipped off her pretty, fawn
colored silk coat and then let them
fall at her sides. Khe was think
ing. "Cabs'. What would he say to
some one who went everywhere in
cabs'.”
"Oh!" cried Josephine. "Those
abominable ruins! Mademoiselle's
dear little bronze shoes! Cut to
Pieces' Oh. Mile. Vallet, Just look
at our poor Mademoiselle's shoes,
the beautiful bronze ones. And
there's no replacing them in the
shops of this country!"
Mile. Vallet tipped her head for
ward to look seriously over her
steel-rimmed spectacles, agreed se
riously that there was certainly very
little left of the pretty bronze shoes,
and went seriously back to writing
with her sharp steel pen a detailed
description of her expedition to the
Catacombs. Mile. Vallet was a very
happy woman in those days. To on
In Home, after years of grinding
drudgery in the class room, to' bo
free to look and wander and observe
at her leisure for so much In her
wildest dreams supposed she would
have such, an opportunity! tthe
studied and sight saw with con
scientious and absorbed exactitude,
and wrote down voluminous ac
counts of every day's sights and the
thoughts they aroused in her. "It
will be the treasure-book of tny old
age!" She said. "I shall take it down
from the shelf when 1 am old. and
live myself back Into this wonderful
expei ienre!"
' Her old age!" Eugenia wondered
when she thought old age would be
gin. She looked 1,000 years old al
ready to Eugenia. Heavens! Think
of ever being old like that, yourself.
What use could there be In living If
you were old and redu* *-d for your
amusement to writing down dates
and tilings in a Journal!
• If Mademoiselle will step lnio ner
own room.'' said Josephine. Eugenia
came lo herself with a start. She
hail been standing in the middle of
the room staring at Mile. Vallet *
back. But she hail been thinking
about Neale Crittenden, about those
deep-set eyes of his, and how his fare
was lighted tip when he smiled
When he smiled at her. Eugenia felt
Ilk" moving from wherever she was
and going to stand close beside him
What made her feel so? It was like
a black-art. There was that girl at
school who had been bewitched by
the Breton mission priest—bewitched
so that she fell Into a fever If she
could not see him every day.
“There! Sit then!'' said Josephine,
prisslng her competently into ryn
easy chair, and beginning to undo
her hooks and eyes "I haven’t much
time. Mademoiselle 1s so late in
corning in. Just n little cold cream
—this horrible southern sun burns
so! Oh, I enn feel this awful Human
dust thick on every hair! I do wish
—without seeming to presume—t do
wish that Mademoiselle would ' on
sent to wear a veil—everybody does.''
Eugenia moved her h'-ad from one
side to the other wearily. How Jose
phine dill chatter' She never had a
quiet moment, never, and she was so
tired. Feeling the supple, smooth
professional lingers beginning lo put
on ihn cold cream, she held her head
still and thought.
Very bitter thoughts and bewild
ered . . of a jierson betrayed. She
was betrayed' She had done every
thing . . everything that she had
known how* to do. She hail spared
neither time nor money nor effort.
She hail worked (and she hated to
work) she had worked to learn all
the tilings she should know. She had
beaten Marise at her own game She
talked better French than she. so
her diction teacher said; and ever so
much more distinguished English—
she never made those slips into Amer
icanisms or Gallicisms that Marise
did. At least not in conversation,
sometimes she still thought in Amer
ican. Khe knew ever so much more
about dressing tlinii Marise, and
about lace, and about manners. She
had come to the point at last of
being sure of her manners, of being
able to sit down, instinctively com
posing herself so that she would look
well from ail angles, of not having
to think of how to shake hands or
leave a room, any more than she
thought of the adjustment of a gown
that Josephine had put on her.
Whereas Marise still fumbled at the
back of her nerk at times to make
sure of it, hook, or had that com
mon trick of feeling her hair to see
if it were in order. Marise had
stood still in all that, and she had
gone forward to the goal But as
she reached it . . '
‘‘There." said Josephine, slipping
out the hairpins, and taking up a
handful of the bright hair to inspect
it, "I believe—I believe," she pon
dered the matter profoundly, her
dark, sharp intelligent face selflessly
focussed on the problem, "I wander
if we ought to wash it a little often
er than in Paris? There is more
dust. But washing it takes the oil
out so. Perhaps a little more of
the Meylan dressing. That has a
little /inp oil in it 1 know the
recipe.”
Eugenia occasionally thought see
ing her thus, that she never was
allowed to relax in unplcturesque
ease. It seemed to her that Mile.
Vallet and Josephine were the ones
who were really enjoying Rome’ Hhe
worked so hard, she had paid the
full price—and somehow the coin was
of no value in this new country to
Which she was now transported,
where she had not wanted to come,
from whh h she would give anything
to get away. Hhe did not like Mr.
Crittenden—she never had liked hltn
—oh. why shouldn’t he just once look
at her and see what was there, in
stead of talking over her head that
queer talk of his?
History' That was what he was
always talking about—history that
she had always hated Here It was
again to plague her' HuW could she
have guessed that he would care
about history- Hhe sat up now till
all hours reading it. till Mile. Vallet
was afraid for her eyes, and yet he
didn’t seem to notice when she said
something about it He just took it
for granted, ns if she were a man.
What did Mari.se want of him any
how? She couldn’t possibly expect
to marry him . neither of them
had a cent of money. Hhe ought to
think of that, to think what was
best for hltn It was selfish, self
centered of Mat ise A man like
Neale ought of course to marry
money. When she thought what she
could do for him' Married to her
he could have exactly the life he
was meant for—travel, leisure,
ease—: What was it about Marlse
that he liked? Hhe could do every
thing better than Marls* now. ex
cept play the piano, and it evidently
wasn't that he rated for In her, be
cause the afternoon they had all
gene to the Visconti recital he had i
tilt t.KTM.MKST.
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listened just as Intently to the men
students and the other girls as to
Mariae. And when Marise asked him
afterwards what music he liked best
lie told her bluntly the Hath that
Prof. Visconti himself had played,
and Marian had said she did too. She
hadn’t seemed to realize what an
affront to her that was. \Vh> did
Marise care so much about him? Why
did anybody? Ilugenia couldn’t un
derstand. She couldn't understand
Her throat had a hard, aching lum(
In it because she couldn't under
stand.
' A loose soft coiffure for tonight.”
murmured Josephine dreamily to her
self, happily twisting together tfce
beautiful golden strands, “and the
pale-blue mousaeline de soie—not the
evening dress” she was shocked at
the idea, though nobody had suggest
ed It. “the high-necked one with the
little myosotls embroidered on the
ruffles.” Josephine worshipped that
dress.
Kugenie sal very slill, while Jose
phine set a jeweled comb at exactly
the right angle In the golden pair.
One lovely little hand was at her
heart as if by pressing hard on it
she could stop the ache, the other
held the fresh, scented handkerchief
clutched tightly, in case tills time
she could not keep buck tbe 'ears.
Hhe mustirt cry. t*he mustn't cry,
because Josephine would have to do
her face all over.
CHAPTER 1,
One night Marine woke np with a
start, staring into the darkness, feel
ing very cold and sick She knew
what had happened. She had come
to her senses in time. She had al
most slipped into the trap, the trap
set for her by life, which she had
so mortally feared. She had been
playing a foolish, reckless game of
hide and seek with herself, pretend
ing that she did not know what was
happening. Neale Crittenden was In
love with Iter. And she was falling
in love with him She wanted him.
Oh, this was the way it must al
ways happen. This was the way all
women were caught In the trap
These dizzying moments of joy, this
causeless singing of your heart, this
Wind, rapturous rushing forward
with outstretched arms to Hasp all
life to your heart . . . treacherous
deadly life that only sought to de
base you.
She had always wondered how wo
men could go on. go on to the fatal
moment from which there was no
drawing hack Now she knew Ton
were poisoned, you were made mad
till you long.il for that moment with
all your being.
But she had come to her senses in
time to draw hack. She would save
herself, defend herself, since there
was no one to help her, now more
than ever. First of all. she knew
passionately, she must not think of
him for a moment or she would not
draw hack She must not remember
how he looked or spoke or moved,
not even the sound of his voice. She
must concentrate her thoughts on
the one fact that she had a’most
been caught in that great dreadful
trap.' that she. Marise. who knew so
much better, had almost fallen In
love , . . love!
She drew the covers about her as
she sat bolt-upright In the dark, her
teeth chattering, l.ovo! She sickened
“Ye»! We
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NOAH BEERY
ROBT. EDESON
ROBT. McKIM
MITCHELL LEWIS
SAM de GRASSE
LOUISE FAZENDA
FORD STERLING
in a new picturication of thn
“SPOILERS”
BY REX BEACH
Senorita Elena Camacho
and the original
ROYAL TROPICAL
MARIMBA BAND
A Ring Lirdner Comedy,
“THE BUSHER”
Adapted From
“You Know Me, Al"
Enlarged
Orchestra
Rialto Organ
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The start, the romance the thrills,
the laughs of a lifetime crowded into
one picture
100 Big Stars 100
YOU KNOW THEM ALL
“You will not he bored *ith this pic
ture, which can he seen mote than
once and still enjoyed."—Miss Kern
in World Het aid
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GALA 7-ACT BILL
With
Duncan's Orchestra
Joe Bennett & Co.
Animated Toy Shop
Warren & O'Brien
3 Other Acts & Features
at the sound. The gray cat . . .
.Inane . . . Isabelle . . the picture
Iti one nf the hidden books at school
. . I he passages In her mother'
novels . her toother . Madame
Vallery . Madame do la Cueva
. . . they mere all of them looking
at her out oT the dark, pointing a
her. shaming her, exulting over her
. . ‘You, too . . you have come
to It.”
Tho gray cat' Hhe was like the
gruy cat! Hhe began to sob hyster
ically and thrust the rovers into her
mouth to smother the-sound.
What could she do? What ooubl
she do? Hhe had not strength left
Hhe did not know how to defend het -
self! Hhe did not want to defend lie
self!
Hhe could run away, liven poo.
defenseless things could run awa;
She stopped sobbing and sprang ouf
of bed, lighting her candle with trcn
tiling fingers. Her watch showed
3 In the morning. There was a. rail
road nnic table in the dining room
Hh*- huddled on her wrapper, thrust
her feet into slippers, and, shading
her candle flame, crept down stairs.
At 3. hatted and cloaked, she wa>
gently shaking llugema and saying
"I'm so sorry to bother you, but do
you happen to have some money on
hand? I've been worrying about
father for some time. It's so long
since I’ve been back to, straighten
out the household for him. I've Just
decided to get off on the early morn
ing train. I ought to go to sec
Jeanne, too. It's past my regulai
time for making her a visit. If yo
could Just loan nia enough to bu>
the ticket to Paris? I've almost
enough as it is. but I must leave
some for Miss Oldham and my pen
sion."
How kind Eugenia had been! How
discreet and uninquisitive! She
reached unde; her pillow, pulled out
her gold meshed purse with the ridicu
lously large gum in cash she alwa>1
carried with In r. and gave her a 660
lira note, together with a kiss on
each cheek. ‘When will you be bad,.
Marise?"
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Wednesday
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High Diving
Horses
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