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Show HE SET A NEW FASHION. No Tables at the Purple Dog, 8 J( j "Tenderfoot" Got a 8tool. " "When I was in Arizona last winter," . t began the man whose anxious friends thought his lungs wero goffo a jrear ; ago and sont him West , "When you wero in Arizona last winter," interrupted a friend, "you learned to yell llko a Comancho Instead In-stead of pining away." i "You aro slightly mixed as to tribes," said tho man who was not a. "lunger," "and besides that yelling business is another story. What I wanted to tell you about wai that r unconsciously set a new drinking fashion In Tucson." "And what was that?" domanded the chorus. "Why, I got a high stool from tho luncheon counter In tho rear of the Purplo Dog and mopped up my whiskey whis-key sitting in front of a bar," ho explained. ex-plained. ' "Would you bellovo that men would come In, rest their elbows on tho bar and look at me for flvo minutes at a. tlmo with those cold, keen, straight shooting eyes men have out thoroT They had never before seen such m. thing. Finally, thoy waxod curious, and sont " commlttco to ask me why; I did It. "I'm used i- sitting at a table In cafes drinking my liquor comfortably," I explained. "Tho Purple Dog affords no tables, and tho whisky ls about ten; times stronger than that they hand, . i over in New York. One needs to alt. "M "Beforo I loft they thought the Idea ' ' a good one, and soon thore were so many chairs In front of tho bar that a.' stranger on entering couid not tell It from the feed shop whore Sambo, handed out buffalo steak and eggs." "But I thought nil tho buffaloes were dead," said ono of tho party. "We'll havo a drink, and then I'll tell you all about them." Now York Tribune. . - I |