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Show An Animated War Map. When Chme Martin wnlked out theie was a general stare, lie had a black eye, a bitten ear, a sore nfisc, blocd on his chin, and more scratches on his lace than there are Bpokes in a buggy wheel. "Baen down ou the Danube ?" naked hU honor, as the prisoner bung to the railing. "L don't know where it was," was tli answer. "Well, wliat happeiii'd?" "Oh, nothing much." "Did ywu run agninat a wind mill Or a cagfl ot wild calu?" "No. sir; I think I had a little fuBS with a bar tender." "You drank a glan of ginger ale and then wouldn't py lur it, eh?" "That was it, sir, and he flew mad about it." "How long did it take him to curry-comb you off in thin style?" "I dou't believe he was over five minutes, yer honor. 1 "And what is your defence?" "I wan thirsty." "Well, the supply of ginger ale at the housu of correction gave out lust night, but they've got heaps of water up there. You'll get along very well lor sixty days, unless you insist upon marble wash basins and silver drinking drink-ing cups. Next!" |