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Show WET THER MATCHES. Treo California Who Learned the Tni Regulations a Moment Late. Frank Happersberg, the 6culptor, and Jim Yung, the restaurateur, were' or viewing the remains of the Midwintei fair a few days ago, when both found ihemselvea with cigars and without matches. "Ah, I have it," remarked Yung. "Come over to the Manufactures building. build-ing. I have a fuieud there who has a match exhibit; and we can get what we want". They walked to the booth, and as thr proprietor wasn't there Jim took ths liberty of helping himself to the great pile of wax matches. "Take ail you want, Frank," he remarked. re-marked. "He's got a wagonload hew and don't want them." Happersberg commenced filling hfef pockets. "I'll need some at my studio, ' and he filled his trousers pockett "Ought to have some at my room, too,' and his vest pockets were loaded. "Wt always need them on my naphthi launch," and hia coat pockets cox menced to bulge. "Guess I'll take some home, " remark-"ed remark-"ed Jim as ho commenced loading hia clothes. "A few wouldn't come amiss at the restaurant either. " Then they walked out looking like a pair of smugglers loaded for a customs officer. At the door they met the ownes of the booth. Happersberg had been scratching matches on his trousers the whole length of the building, but the wouldn't light. Yung had also worn a slick streak on his pantaloons. "What's the matter with thesa matches?" he inquired of the exhibitor. "What matches?" "Why, yours. We helped ourselves to a box or two, as you weren't there. " "Oh, there is no phosphorus on them. The fair managers wouldn't allow al-low genuine matches in the building. Those are just painted wax. " Yung and Happersberg stole down tc Stow lake and unloaded. San Francis-oo Francis-oo Post. |
