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Show WHITHER ARE WE DRIFTING? He wsb a singular looking customer, custom-er, aod in a crowd of a thousand you would not have picked him out for a millionaire. Ho passed through the market with his thumba inserted io the armholes of bis vest, and when he reached a fruit stand he surprised tho owner by observing: "You may measure me five quarts of your choicest strawberries," "Haven't any strawberries," replied re-plied the attendant. "Been out of Beaon four months." "Hum," mused the man.. "No strawberries 1 Well, I'll leave my add res j, oud you may send me a basket of the best peaches you have." "iNo poaches iu the market," ex- i plained the fruiterer. "The season's over." "No peaehe-B, either," said tho strange outtpmer, with a surprised look. "The whole country voting for hard, honest money, and I can't purchase pur-chase a few strawberries or peaches! In tho language of. the immortal Shakespeare, whither are we drilling?" drill-ing?" I Five minutes later he had drifted ! up to a meat stall, and was trying to "jow down" 10c. on a calf's liver. ' Norristoicn Herald. |