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Show AIL BORE THEIR TRADEMARKS. Ocoupatlont of Vacationists an Optn Book to This Man. Sherlock Holmes, seated on the boardwalk, languidly Injected it pint of cocaine Into IiIh Biinburnt arm. "My dear Watnon," said tho detective, detec-tive, "let us beguile an hour by picking pick-ing out the occupations of these vacationists. va-cationists. In their cheap white flannels flan-nels they all think they look like millionaires, mil-lionaires, but ha, ha what a delusion delu-sion 1 "There goes a waiter. Walters are to be told by the size of their feet and the soft, careful way they sot them down. "Tho nan In the Imitation Pr.nama bat Is a tanner. His' clear and ruddy complexion gives him away. The tanning tan-ning trado ImpartB to the face a peculiarly pe-culiarly healthy look. Why shouldn't it? What Is good for dead skins must bo good for live ones. "She Is n cook, tho stout, scarlet lady getting weighed. Her flro, of course, gave her that unmistakable color, but it was not tho eating of food that made her so fat. No; cooks have notoriously poor appetites. It was the Inhalation of the rich fumes of food In her kitchen that rilled her out. Cooks Inhale their fat. That Is cheaper cheap-er for the mlstfesR, Isn't It? "The little, thin chap In the large hnthlng suit is a giocur. All grocers are small and bow-legged, and they all wear tight trouBers and aie partial to brown. "Do you see, my dear Watson, the Btately man whose overtures the girl In white Just repulsed,? Well, he is an actor. The muscles of his face show It. Actors, you know, by the continual practice of expression, develop de-velop face muscles as marked us the arm muscles of a baseball pitcher." |