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Show mmm'imnmummmammmmmmmmmm A True Bourbon. In tho unrcgenernto past, when our fair land lay in drunken stupor unJor tho heel of tho demon rum, a toucher ot chemistry In one of the southern colleges was quizzing his class on tho subject ot tho preceding locturo, which was "water," and happened to call upon up-on a student from Kentucky, one Johnson. John-son. "Johnson," ho said, "nnmo the principal prin-cipal properties of wnter." "Well, sir," snld Johnson, briskly nnd confidently, "It's poisonous. "-Now "-Now York Evening Poat. |