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Cappy Ricks entered his office at the unheard-of hour of eight-thirty. On his way to his sanctum at the end of the long suite of offices Cappy paused in the lair of Mr. Skinner, who looked up, amazed.
"Hello!" he saluted the president emeritus. "What brings you down on the job so early this morning, Mr. Ricks?"
"I've got a hen on," Cappy repl