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"Johnny, where's my razor!" bawled an Eastern shoreman as he slood before the looking glass, duly prepared for the operation of shaving.

 "S1hy daddy, Pve just done opening oysters with it."

 Well, tarnafion take the boy! run and rub it 6 brick bat; and, by gosh, if you do the like again you shall grind it.''