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Show Waiting for the Feast. "Ah-ha "Ah-ha 1" joyously exclaimed a South side doctor, as he accosted a Clark street undertaker, sitting in his shop on a pile of coflinj, lust evening, "have you heard tho news?" "News news, what news ? I havn't heard any but that's bad for a dog'a age, nobody's died or nothing worth speaking of for eix months." "Well, I've got something that'll cheer you up," continued tho doctor winking his eye. ' "What is it asked the dealer in wooden garments, puohing back a Bcrew-drivei', and prowing interested. "I'll tell you," said the disciple of Esculapias, drawing near the undertaker under-taker and whispering in his ear: "Sixteen "Six-teen car-loads of watermelons shipped from Florida this week have arrived in Chicago!'" And then thoy both grinned and chuckled and rubbed their liands ; and while tho undertaker wont to brushing ofl some of his cofiinn, the doctor stepped across tho street to his druggist, and told him to keep ou hand plenty of "Tinet, Morph." Chicago Journal, |
