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Show H Humor. H Tho temple of nrt devoted to that peculiar form of ontortnlnmont yclopt IH "pollto vaudeville," was crowded to IH euffocAtlon as Messrs. Ulfl nnd Hang. WhWH Ku BbBBhAhWiIji ' tho roilned sketch team and sldownlk conversationalists, stopped jauntily to the footlights. In rosponso to tho deafening deaf-ening applause Messrs. Uiff and Uang bowed condescendingly, as though it hurt them. Without furthor preliminary Mr. Hilt hit his partner on the roar of his ample am-ple trousers with a stuffod club, remarking: re-marking: "It's OjWiao man that knows his own mind." And Mr. Hang, not to bo outdono la this little exchange of pleasantries, promptly burled an ax in tho skull of Mr. UllT, remarking tho whllo: "It's a wlso man that minds bis own nose." Whereupon tho Intelligent audience screamed with delight and voted Uiff and Hang tho best over. "And yot they were a frost In tho London halls," commented a man In tho front row. "Tho Kngllsh have no appreciation of ronl humor." |