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Show POOR OLD CHRONICLE si- ft We pass on rapidly to a most touching scene. Some one had pulled the splne-stiffener splne-stiffener out of The Chronicle; gaping gap-ing wound about its amidships; nothing no-thing left of the poor old thing but the Pose and the Assinine Expression. Wobbly on its legs, with dented middle, it still exhorts, scolds and orates; but'perfectly harmless even Its bite is sound asleep by Its side! Nature is lavish with Nepenthe what she deprives of she gives the cooling balm of not knowing It. Poor old thing, it doesn't even know its pitiful condition.- BURIED AT LAST So we wind up by saying, Th' Ol' Hatchitt Is burled at last. It laid between Delta and Fillmore. Now unless Fillmore digs It up It's laid for good. Delta melted down all Its spades into tin horn to blow, so it of course can't exhume the old boy, All is well. All Is woll. (Be It forever so.) too busy for the Hate Bug to fling Itself on, and no Infection can occur." oc-cur." Now that Th' Ol' Hatchitt Is- burled we learn lots of scientific dope, don't we? Thanks to Dr. Martin we've developed a keen interest In bugs, biters, nippers, mandibles, fangs and claws, and we've Imbued quarta and quarts of those spirits he recommends, |