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Show , Bill of Tare Too Steep. A tall, raw-boned Individual who didn't need a grasshopper peeking out of a side pocket to tell he was from Kansas, wandered wan-dered in to a Second avenue cafe a few flays ago. After looking the. room over carefully he selected a seat at a table near the- doon " After he had arranged his chair with much noiee and not without attracting some attention it dawned upon him that the other -men in the eating-place eating-place had taken off their hats. The Kansas Kan-sas man removed a battle-scarred felt hat and deposited it carefully under the table. A waiter brought him the regular dinner din-ner bill of fare and waited for the order. The Kansas man didn't say a word. . He was hard at work. , . He studied over that programme for nearly half an hour and then, with a sigh, arose, put on the green helmet and started j for the door. 'What is the matter, sir?" anxiously queried a waiter, thinking the patron had been offended. 'Too steep for me, young feller. I can't pay J28.45 fer one meal. It's too rich fer my blood." On the table at which the Kansas man had been seated was found a small piece of paper covered with figures. He had added-the prices of everything on the bill of fare. Seattle Post-Intelligencer. |