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Show No Joke. At the Chicago Athletic club a game had been- put up on a cynical old bachelor. The man had waited from eight to ten in the park on a snowy evening in obedience to a pale pink, violet-scented note that his friends had faked in order to see if he was really as confirmed a woman hater as he claimed. Turning up at the club for a nightcap, night-cap, the duped and frozen bachelor was very sullen and sulky when his friends derided him. He saw no fun whatever in the fake note. George Ade, noticing his black and lowering looks, gave a loud laugh and said: "What a skinflint you must be! "Won't even laugh at a joke, eh, if it's at your own expense!" , , . |