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Show MT THEl MATCHES. Two Californians Who Learned the Fair Regulp lions a Moment Late. Frank Happersberg, the sculptor, and Jim Yung, the restaurateur, were out viewing the remains of the Midwinter fair a few days ago, when both found ihemselves with cigars and without ELiatchee. "Ah, I have it," remarked Yung. "Come over to the Manufactures building. build-ing. I have a fiaend there who has a match exhibit; and we can get what we want" They walked to the booth, and as the proprietor wasn't there Jim took the liberty'of helping himself to the great pile of was matches. "Take all you want, Frank," he remarked. re-marked. "He's got a wagonload here and don't want them." Happersberg commenced filling his pockets. "I'll need some at my studio, and he filled his trousers pockets "Ought to have some at my room, too,' and his vest pockets were loaded. "We always need them on my naphtha launch," and' his coat pockets commenced com-menced to bulge "Guess I'll take some home, " remarked remark-ed Jim as he commenced loading his clothes. "A few wouldn't come amiss At the restaurant either. " Then they walked out looking like a pair of smugglers loaded for a customs officer. At the door they met the ownei of the booth. Happersberg had been scratching matches on his trousers the whole length of the building, but the" wouldn't light Yung had also worn a 6lick Btreak on his pantaloons. "What's the matter with thesa matches?" he inquired of the exhibitor. "What matches?" "Why, yours. We helped ourselves to a box or two, as you weren't there " "Oh, there is no phosphorus on ihem. The fair managers wouldn't allow al-low genuine matches in the building. Those are just painted wax. " Yung and Happersberg stole down to Stow lake and unloaded. San Francisco Francis-co Post. |