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Show Sardines Suggested It. Richard Croker. at a luncheon at Palm Beach, was reminded, by a course of grilled sardines, of a story. "You know, of course," he said, "the Horse Guards at Whitehall In Ixjndon. They are the finest English regiment. Every man Is over six feet, from the colonel down, and on guard before Whitehall, with their jack boots, their snowy buckskin breeches, their enormous enor-mous shakoes and the'ir brass breasU plates, they make, on their fine horses, an Imposing sight. "Once, as I motored past Whitehall, I saw a little street urchin leaping up and down before one of the stately guards in his bright, bulging breast-j breast-j plate, and shouting: " 'Now, then, old tin jacket, I'm after you with a sardine opener!' |