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Show His Patriotic Appetite. Adolph was dovourlng something, It not with relish, at least with earnestness. earnest-ness. 1'iom tlmo to time ho would saw away with a knlfo at something under tho bar nnd convoy a small par-tlclo par-tlclo to his mouth. "Try It," ho said to tho customer who entered, holding forth what ap peared to be a slice ot smoked beet. It was ham. Furthermore It was tough ham, and was salty enough to take tho skin off the tongue. It was not particularly palatable, cither, as tho customer was compelled to ro-mark ro-mark after an Ineffectual attempt to masticate it. "Dot's from my own town In Germany," Ger-many," said Adolph proudly. "You can't buy It here. An old lady Just from dere brought U to mo to-day." "It doesn't taste particularly nlco," Bald the customer. "Nlco? Nice? Sure It aln'd nice, nut It comoa from my own town, und I eat It." Now York Press. |