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Show Explained Away. Tho dlnor dropped his fork with a clatter. 4 "Ugh! Ough! Phew!" ho cried. "Yes, sir?" inqulrod tho oily waiter 'This stuff what do you call it?" demanded the diner. "Steak, Blr, I think," replied tho waiter, examining It closoly. "Yes, It Is steak, sir. I'll swear to It now!" "Hut the smell!" roared tho diner. "Smell It! Judgo for yourself. It must bo weoka " Tho waiter shook his head, and then bent over confidentially. "You're makln' a llttlo mistake, sir," ho whispered, glancing cautiously 'round. "It's that other gentleman's fish I" |