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Show SAD FATE OFA CABEFUL MAN. I had a friend who did his duty to himself arid others with such seal that he never went to bed without taking his temperature or get up without drinking a scientific' decoction the name and composition of which I have forgotten; for-gotten; the flavor, however, was such as rendered the duty performed particularly par-ticularly meritorious. His dietary was based on the most sclentiac principles; he weighed himself before and after each meal; he had his appendix removed, re-moved, . so as to avoid all risk of appendicitis, ap-pendicitis, and. In short, he fully realized' real-ized' the duty of being healthy and long lived that he never had time to do anything else or talk about anything else. Unfortunately he never took that fickle Jade, "Fortune" Into his calculation, calcula-tion, and after only a year of striving most manfully to fulfill the duty of being be-ing long-lived he slipped on a piece1 of orange peel and fractured the base of his skulL Pall Mall Gazette. |