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j GENERAL ELECTION, 1900.

FOILED AGAIN.

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FOILED AGAIN. The grocer was weighing some sugar for the woman in the dyed blue bonnet, when the man in the black frock coat and yellowish white tie, who had been standing in the door for some minutes, came inside and laid a silver Quarter on the counter. I picked it up on the floor, just at the edge of the steps," he said. It must belong to you. .L L. A quarter or a thousand dollars, sir—ic is me principle of the thing that 1 look at. I want nothing that is not mine. There is the money. The grocer laid a large forefinger on the quarter and shoved it back across the counter. "You put dot money in your pocket, mein friend," he said. But sir, you or one of your clerks must have dropped it, and it rolled over there. My motto has always been— 1 believe," said the g,(-Ir- (lot you yoast 'I 41. moved your family in dot nouse ugiuss mc street dis morgen; vas it not so ? "Yes, sir, I did, and it being convenient, we expect to do a good deal of tra—— You put dot quarter back in your pocket righdaway. Dot vos not mein quarter. You put him back in your pocket, unci ven your vife come ofer vor dose groceries you via remember dot my derms vos spod cash efery time." NOT THE OUTRAGE, BUT THE NIGGER. While a boy of fourteen was fishing for trout in a deep brook, a stout darky commenced teasing the lad by throwing mud at him. The boy, although little, was smart, and, swinging the butt of his fishing-rod round, Cuffee found himself in deep water, struggling in which our friend left him, and ran home. His dirty appearance attracted the attention of his mother, who was highly indignant to think that her son had been so treated by a black boy, and demanded "Did you brook the outrage? "No, mother," he replied; "but I brooked the iiigger." V FOR EXTERNAL USE. Customer: "I want 10 cents' worth of zinc for sistêr." Drug Clerk: What kind of zinc? There are about forty kinds. What does your sister want to use it for?" Customer: I don't know the kind. She said I must not tell what she wanted it for." Drug Clerk:" Was it oxide of zinc she wanted ?" .Customer: YeS) that's it—outside of zinc to put on her face." WiHie Witt: "My deah fellow, I nevali use hay rum." Barbet: "Why not, sir?" Willie Witt: Because it goes_to ray head.

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