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Show - The Unfilled Cup. Her father, who waT a strict Prohibitionist, Pro-hibitionist, had gone to bed, but she had neglected to mention the fact to Mr. Wibbleson, who expects some day to appear on the stage in grand opera. After they had carried on a very serious se-rious and perfectly proper conversation conversa-tion for an hour or more she said: "Oh, I should like so. much to hear you sing. Professor Zinskipinski says you have a most remarkable voioe." "Well," he answered, "if you Teally wish it, I will be glad to sing. I make it a practice never to wait to be urged if I see that people actually desire de-sire to hear me. I have a new song that I just got hold of a few days ago. I think it gives me a chance to show my voice at its best." Then he hit the piano a few thumps with both fists and began in deep bass tones: "Come let us fill, Come let us fill. Come let us fill, Oh, come, oh come, oh come. The cup; Come let us fill. Come let us fill, Come let us fill, Oh, come, oh come, oh come, Come let us fill, It up. Come let, come let, Come let us fill, Come let us fill, Come let " "Maud," yelled her father from the top of the stairs, "when he's filled will you kindly see that he's emptied into the sewer?" As the young man hurried home he wondered at the lack of music in the souls of some of the baser inhabitants of this unlovely sphere. |