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Show Eggs Clotworthy Ate. Harry Clotworthy, who is an expert on military affairs, entered the diningroom of the National Press club one morning and carried witli him a ravenous appetite. Having eaten one breakfast, which consisted largely of eggs, he ordered another an-other breakfast, which consisted even more largely of eggs. After his repast he went to the writing-room to get off some letters. Half an hour later the steward of the club found the colored waiter loafing about the entrance of the writing-room and asked him what he meant by being absent from his post. "I got a good excuse,", exclaimed the waiter, exhibiting the check for the egg breakfast. "Mr. Clotworthy done eat $2 worth of eggs and I ain't goin' to let him git away from here without payin' for them, high as eggs Is now." Explains the Undertaker's Grouch. . "Who is that fellow sitting humped up and muttering to himself out there on the horse block?" "Aw, that's Ezra Toombs, the undertaker," under-taker," replied the landlord of the Skeedee tavern. "He's feeling sore over the way his business has been going of late. You see, the doctor gave Judge Feebles two weeks to live; that was six weeks ago, and the judge is up and around now and figgerin' on marryin' again. Every time Ezra meets the doctor he asks him, 'How about it, hey?' and they have a row. And now he's sittin' out there watching watch-ing a tramp painter gilding the weather weath-er vane of the church across the street. Ezra says, by Heck, he's about ready to move away, things is so dead here." Kansas City Star. |
