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Show Limit of Gall. John W. Conley, business agent for the Boston Bartenders' union, Is re-I re-I peating a story told by .one of the members of his local, which, he says, ; shows the limit of pure unadulterated : nerve. It seems that a thirsty individ-i individ-i ual strolled Into the "wet goods em-j em-j porium," where this particular bar- tender presided and asked for a beer, i After his glass was filled he said: "Take one yourself." The bartender drew one and the two drank. "Now," said he of the thirst. Til match you to see who pays. Lend me a coin to match with?" I Amazed at the gall of the party, the ' bartender complied with his request I and down he slapped them on the j counter. One was a head and the other was a tail. ' "Didn't you say you were matching me?" asked the mixer of liquids. "Naw," replied the nervy party as he strolled toward the door. "You are matchin' me an' lost." Boston Traveler. |