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Show ON THE WRONG SIDE. How we. did laugh! "You're on the wrong tack," we assured him, sandwiching in our words between the pealing ebulitions of our mirth. "You're on the wrong tack," we repeated. He wonderlngly extracted the tack' from his person and sat down again. m He didnJt say any- ' thing for some litle time, because he was rather hoarse from the effects of his prior remarksT ! "How come?" he finally inquired. "Why, that is Smith's chair you are sitting in," f we explained obligingly. "We planted that tack i for Smith." A gleam of intelligence suffused his counte- i nance. "Oh-oh," said he, knowingly. He replaced the tack in Smith's chair and took another seat. The idea tickled him so that he could hardly tell Stella whether to bring him poached eggs or a chop. And how perfectly indifferent we all looked when Smith came strutting into the dining room. New York Evening Sun. ! ,' (uEBMlBKhliKKKBLMLeMKjyii -H-B--C nM-flJ8-c ; I laliKKJ A. 3BBftyi571iK33BBB This Is a view of Lagoon and is only ono of tho hundreds which greet the pleasure seeker. Trains leave 6:30, 9, II A. M.( 1:30, 3:30, 5:30, 6:30, 7:30 P. M. Round Trip BO cents. |