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Show HISTORICAL MISPRINTS. Croesus he ol the fabulous wealth had a passion for dealing in futures and otnerwise beating the flag. Hence he was a good patron of the oracle at Delphi. Del-phi. At this justly famous information j bureau the medium in charge derived her inspiration from breathing certain evil-smelling vapors that rose from the earth through a cleft in the rock. Being aware of the length of Croesus' roll, she used to soak him accordingly for her services. One day when she I touched him rather harder than usual, it chanced that Croesus had previously made a bad deal in Bithyhian real es- tate and was not feeling strong. So he remonstrated. "I am onto your game. I know what it is that puts you wise,", said he. "It's gas. just gas, and a poos quality of natural gas at that. Tou, madam, ought to be aware that some time gas will sell aa low as 75 cents a thousand feet even In Chicago." "Nay, nay!" laughed the pythoness, "not while the world . maintains a full line of plutocrats like Croesus, O your majesty, ma-jesty, and the courts to match. Don't be a tightwad. And, besides." she added, add-ed, "your money Is. already- so badly tainted that I hate to take It." Being hit in a tender spot by this final1 shot, Croesus . forked over hastily. Chicago News. ' : - |