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Show Thought It Was a Cocktail. Dinner was n little lato. A guest asked tho hostess to play something, and, seating herself nt tho piano, tho good woman executed a Chopin nocturne with precision. Aftor sho had finished thoro was still an Interval In-terval of waiting to bo bridged. In tho grim sllenco nho turned to an old gentleman oh her right and said: "Would you llko a sonata heforo dinner?" Ho gave a start of surprise and pleasure. "Why, yes, thanks," ho said, "t had a couplo on my way horo, but I think I could stand another.' |