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Show i THEN THEY PASSED ON. I Lurid Pun Marked End of Conversation Conversa-tion Between Poets. "My son," askod the aged Virgil, !an thoy paused to rest In a Bunslilitf spot In order to aotd meeting so many shades, "my son, looking back over what you havo beheld slnco coming to this place, which do you consider la tho worst Canto ou havo ecn?" "Number nlno and rt half, series H. Dat's do sausage." answered Danto without hesitation. ' "Tho saiiBae7" Inquired Virgil. "I moan do wurst," hnstlly corrected tho poet. "And why, my son?" further nosled his guide. "Well, dat's -vhero do ghost of Hill do burkeep wouldn't stand mo off fer a couplo o' drinks. He said mo faco was dead, nn' I can't owo dnt house any-fln't any-fln't Hut wot's dat place over dorc, where dcy make bo much nolso? Ilo-mlnds Ilo-mlnds ine of do boiler shops back o Lnfferty's caffy." ' "That," explained Virgil, "Is called tho threo L resort." j "Do wot?" gasped Danto In short motor. J "Tho threo L'sj It stands for tno Lurid Liars' Lnlr. AH liars aro put to work hero for a season," said VIrg. "Wot dey doln'?" ' Forging lies,' 'answered Virgil, and then after wondering whether poeTy license would bo likely to bo found at tho threo L's, thoy passod tho ralso. Toledo DIado. |