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Show Just a Little Mixed. It was at a table d'hote in Baden. Among the guests was a young American Ameri-can couple; and one of our party, in an attempt to make conversation, ventured ven-tured to ask the lady' who was seated next to her whether she liked Botticilli. The reply came somewhat hesitatingly: "No, I that is I'm afraid I've never tasted it. In fact," she added, "I know-very know-very little about these foreign wines." "My dear," exclaimed her husband, in a fever of expostulation, "Botticelli isn't wine it's ch-e-e-se!" Later, amid other scenes, we repeated the story, to the great delight of a numerous nu-merous company. As the laughter subsided sub-sided a voice was heard saying in accents ac-cents of relief: "Well, I'm glad we have that settled! I know I ought to be ashamed to confess con-fess it, but the truth is I've always vaguely supposed Botticelli was a sculptor!" |