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Show JUST FOLKS My iwJgmr A. Oessaa THE WEARY ORATOR. I As I went down the busy street, a ead ' , fa.-ed man I chanced to meel. H'.s cheek was pale, hla eye was dim. i fnu ill the nigh I before I I'd i.eard him ut the banquet board . Of wit the per) prlncu und lorL . W.th many a miditv nulp he'd set the 1 taldo In a roar, "Hood friend." uoth L "you look so and have you heard dreadful news and ' ; bad ? Why do you hang your head and sigh Are you beset by grief?" "iih. hearken lo my lule,' said he. 'Til I toll you what la wronn with ine I'm overfed on guinea hen and stuffed ' with larded beef!" "That sounds like bully food to me," I answered him. "nor can I see Why one so fortunate as you, shoill 1 be so plainly glur.v" ,a!d be. "Don't Ltlk as other men, who I think the brenst of RUtnefl hen A reason why unto the',- fr.tai I should I bo glad to corne. I ' I've banqueted until I'm sb.L of haded beef and milk-fed enie'e. Alld thousand inland dressing on a salad I despise When grinning StraDrCTS COBtB and i ' thai fur a speech they II feed mp well, 1 1 They ntay not know a but rlgh' thn nly gorge begins to rise. "The food I really crave tiie moat la mother s nicely butterod toast, . pktte .if beans which the baa cooked ' I would be exactly right, J' U s got so that 1 fairly Into the phrav. Its posting five k pla;e' But what's tbo use? t' o got to laco I. more guinea hen tonight"' |