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  Christmastime, Civil War time, on a Northbound train: Not a mile short of Pottsville, the conductor stepped into the car. The Irishman made the bottle disappear and seemed to drop off into slumber as if it were death. The conductor kicked him. “You again, McArdle? I don’t suppose you have a ticket this time, […]

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