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Show THAT REMINDS ME- Harry Armstrong, one of the last survivors sur-vivors of Haverly's "Mastadons," was reviving re-viving old memories for the benefit of a Chicago reporter a few days ago ana told this: I "I was walking along State street with j my girl when we came to one of them cooking school signs. " 'Take me in there,' she says, 'I want to get a few recipes for pie and cake. "We goes in, an' the cooking professor gives her a bunch of recipes to look over. Pretty soon she strikes a recipe for pound cake. " 'Here's just what I want, she says. " 'Let . me have your pencil and a piece Of paper till I copy it down.' "Just as she starts to copy it off in comes a stunning young lady with the swellest dress on you ever saw. Of course, that dress distracted my girl's attention. at-tention. All the time that she. was copying copy-ing down that recipe for pound cake she was looking at that dress out of the corner cor-ner of her eye. Finally she got through and I walked home with her. " 'Oh, ma,' she says, when we gets into the house, 'here's the. finest recipe for pound cake that was ever made.' "The lady read what the girl had written writ-ten on the paper and fell in a fit. I grabbed the paper from ma's, hand and this 13 what I read:- "One cup . of flour, with lace running from neck to'llour, white of two eggs, cut bias; one cup of sugar with two rows of buttons down the front; seven yards of green ribbon; ice the pan with a nutmeg nut-meg necklace 'and bake in a moderately heated oven-until the overskirt is tucked from the waist down each side." A German clergyman, who was traveling, travel-ing, stopped at an hotel much frequented by wags and Jokers. The host, not being used to have a clergyman at his table, I looked at him with surprise; the guests used all their artillery or wit upon him without eliciting a remark. The clergyman clergy-man ate his -dinner quietly, apparently without observing the gibes and sneers of his neighbors. One of them, at last, in despair at his forbearance, said to him: "Well, I wonder at your patience. Have you not heard all that has been said to you?" "Oh, yes; but I am used. to it. Do you I know who I am?" ."No, sir " "Weil, I will inform you. I am chaplain chap-lain of a lunatic asylum; such remarks have no effect upon me." Usher Will the lady please remove her bonnet? Aunt Rachel I will not. When I take off this bonnet, young man the hair goes with it. You go on 'tending to your ushing and don't trouble yourself about me. "Now, these," said the dealer, opening another barrel, "are what we call fancy winesais." "Yes." remarked the customer, tasting one of them, "they are what you might call winesaps in fancy." "There are more ways than one of overcoming over-coming evil with good," chuckled the tobacconist, to-bacconist, as he noted how the 10 cent cigars he had ' marked clown to 5 were drawing the trade away from hlu rival's store acvoss the way, where they wero selling 5 centers for 10. |