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Show THEN THEY PASSED ON. Lurid Pun Marked End of Conversation Conversa-tion Between Poets. "My son," asked tho aged Virgil, as they paused to rest in a sunshiny spot In order to avoid meeting so many shades, "my son, looking back over what you havo beheld since coming to this place, which do you consider la the worst Canto you havo seen?" 'Number nino and a half, series B. Dat's do sausage," answered Dante without hesitation. "Tho sausage?" inquired Virgil. "I mean do wurst," hastily corrected tho poet. "And why, my son?" further nosled his guide. "Well, dat's whero do ghost of Dill do barkeep wouldn't stand mo off fer a couple o' drinks. Ho sii: mo faco was dead, nn' I can't owe dat houso any-t'ln'! any-t'ln'! Rut wofs dat placo over dore, whore dey mako so much nolso? Ro-minds Ro-minds mo of d" boilor shops back o' Lafferty's caffy." "That," explained Virgil, "Is called the three L resort." "Do wot?" gasped Dante In short meter. "The threo L's; It stands for tho Lurid Liars' Lair. All liars aro put to work hero for a season," said Virg. "Wot dey doin'?" Forging lies,' 'answered Virgil, ana then after wondering whether poetic license would bo likely to be found at tho threo L's, they passed tho raise. T.ledo Dlade. |