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                  Five Hundred Times 
 
 
 In the traffic court of a large mid-western city, a young lady was brought before the judge to answer a ticket given her for driving through a red light. 
 
 
  She explained to his honor that she was a school teacher and requested an immediate disposal of her case in order that she might hasten on to her classes. 
 
 
  A wild gleam came into the judge's eye. You are a school teacher, eh? said he. Madam, I shall realize my lifelong ambition. Sit down at that table and write 'I went through a red light' five hundred times. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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