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Show Nut Impossible. "I am sorry, Indlos nnd gentlemen," announced tho manager of tho theatrical theatri-cal company, "but wc shall have to walk to tho next town. There Isn't money enough In tho treasury to pay lallroud faro." "Hadn't you bettor put tho baggage In a cart und buvo mo haul li?" suggested sug-gested tho principal nctor, In his deep-est deep-est and most tragic voice. "It may come to Ibat," replied the manager. " 'Hitch your wagon to n slur,' bays Emerson. Ladles und gen-tlemon, gen-tlemon, wo must be moving." Chicago Tribune. |