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Show Explained Away. The diner dropped his fork with a clatter. "Ugh! OushI Phew!" Ho cried, J'Ycs, sir?" Inquired tho oily waiter. 'This stuff what do you call lit" demanded the diner. "Steak, Blr, I think," replied tho waiter, examining It closely. "Yes, it Is steak, sir. I'll swear to It now!" "Hut the smell!" roared tho diner. "Smell It! Judgo for yourself. It must be weeks " Tho wattor shook his head, and then bent over confidentially. "You'ro makln' a llttlo mlstako, sir." he whispered, glancing ' cautiously 'round. "K'a that other gentleman's flshl" |