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Two farmers--one wearing a straw hat, the other gesturing expansivelywith a corncob pipe--appeared on the Fair side of the arch in exactlythe same fashion. Gorry, no, 't'wouldn't beproper, deah. the catch in the throat, the wrench to steady the nerves, the determination to carry on. My wife, theformer Johanna Arlen of Malden, Massachusetts, saw it all from where shestood outside the drugstore, with her purse slung over her shoulder andher prescription bag in one hand.
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