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Show K Piurlbua Uoum. Detroit Free Press. He siushid into a saloon on Jefferson avenue, and coming to a dress parade with his front resting on the counter, he said to a man behind the white apron: "(lot any of the elixir of life?" "Vep," responded tho barkeeper. "Fountain of youth?" "Yep." "Golden glory of joy?" "Yep." "Nectar of the gods?" "Yep." "Distilled delight?" "Yen." "Liquid tenderness?" "Yep." "Fluid extract of perfect happiness?" "Yep." "Angels' food?" "Yep." "Essence of tasselled field?" "Yep." "Oil of gladness?" "Yep." "Hope of my soul?" "Yep." "Well, gimrao 'em all," ho said, laying lay-ing down a quarter, ami the bai keeper, without a single question, reached under un-der the counter aud handed him nut a bottle of genuine old bourbon aud he i took it eagerly. |