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Show Very Appropriate. On the wide veranda of the old southern hotel sat the titled gentlemen, gentle-men, with their weekly papers and cooling mint Juleps. "Jeff," whispered tne Chicago man. who had just arrived, "can you tell me the different titles of those gentlemen?" gen-tlemen?" The old colored hostler grinned. "Yeri, boss, Ah kin tell yo' ebiy one ob dem Dat ole big stout gen-' man will de empty julep glass am Glnrel Tom. Hah. De uddeh geni-man geni-man wid be brod prln am Ginrel Che.s-teh, Che.s-teh, sab. De lean gem'iuan dat am talkin' 'bout the wall am Glnrel Clay, sah " The Chicago man was interested. "Ah, indeed! And who Is that crabbed crab-bed looking individual sitting in thi corner?" "Him9 Lands, boss ho am so disagreeable dis-agreeable en oo unpleasant en bo makes yo' so wahm we jess call him Ginrel Humidity" |