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Show Utterly Impossible. It was at the firand Canyon of the Colorado last fall. I stood on the brink of that mighty chasm in easy -(inverse with Albert, the king of the Belgians. "What a fine place Ibis would have been to drive the German army into," I remarked, with that disregard for precise diction that comes in casual talk. The king looked appraisingly out over the vast cleft, and down Into Its dizzy depths, and with that regal dignity dig-nity that so becomes him, and those impressive pauses between his words that mark his speech in English, replied re-plied gravely, after he had fully surveyed sur-veyed the situation : "I'.ut, my dear sir, that was quite impossible. There was no German army here, you know!" Samuel G. I'.lythe in the Saturday Kvening 1'ost. |