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Show The Bosa fig titer ot Beldeu, Miub., is a humorist as well as masher of heads. He has a batit of playing jokes upon laloon keepers, which jokes cannot fail to commend themselves them-selves to the bummer fraternity as exhibitions of the richest, spiciest wit. This is how the bruiaer manages il; He leans against the bar, and turning turn-ing to tho loafera lounging about the room, says: "Well, boy, what are you going to drink ?" Tbe platoon at once forms into lino and calls for sundry beverages, when the fighter says: "Gimme a glass o' ale," and when all havo drank lays down a nickel. The bar-tender says the bill is seventy cents. " The bill be blowed," exclaims the joker, "I payB for what I drinks ono beer, five cents. I didn't treat these fellers; I just asked 'em what they'd drink, out of mere curiosily." And profit and loss is charged. |