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Show Didn't Seem Possible. Reference in the lobby of a Washington Wash-ington club was made to the keen wits of the rising generation when this story was contributed by Representative' Representa-tive' Joseph B. Thompson of Oklahoma Oklaho-ma : There was a little boy who used to call at the home of bis grandma every Saturday afternoon, and as a reward for his constancy he was always given j a slice of cocoanut cake. One afternoon, however, grandma j was expecting company, and wishing to save the cake for refreshment, none was forthcoming for Johnny. For a long time he patiently waited, and then rose to go. "I really believe, grandma," he remarked, re-marked, as he picked up his hat, "that I smell cocoanut cake." The broad hint was fruitful, but not abundantly so. Going to the kitchen grandma cut him off a small slice. "I thought so," commented Johnny, as he took the dainty, "but doesn't it seem strange, grandma, that I could smell such a very small piece?" |