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Show Still Ahead. Solemn-looking Detroiter, dressed as a laborer, enters grocery on Michigan avenue, carrying carry-ing chest of tea in his arms, and as he puts it on the counter he sys: "Found it iu a lumber pile noar the Junction this morning. I see from the marks that it belongs to you. Had you mi&ed it?" "Well ahem well " coughs the grocer. ''it's your chest of tea, of course, and t want uo reward for returning it. llight is right and I try to do the fair thing by everybody." "Yes ahem needn't let this get into the paperft ahem nor speak to the police ahem and take this dollar for your trouble." ! The chest was hiden under the 'counter till a leisure moment arrived, and then the grocer opened it in search of fifty pouuds of Oolong, Japan or best green. Tho contents consisted ol saw-dust nice, clean sawdust of the highest workmanship. workman-ship. It was only a dollar swindle, and why did that grocer kick the cliest across the store, slam the stove around, and yell lo his meek faced clerk: "Boy, I'm a good miud to discharge dis-charge you lor thisl" |