"H'm--well--yes; bring me an omelette souffle."
_Waiter_. "Omelet Shoo-fly, sir? Yessir."
(_Exit, humming the popular tune_.)
* * * * *
Unintentionally Appropriate.
The Sun tells a very large story of its own circulation, and then
innocently requests the "False Reporting" _Tribune_ to copy it!
* * * * *
BY GEORGE!
(_Continued_.)
LAKE GEORGE, Sept 5.
DEAR PUNCHINELLO:--In my last I promised to finish my trip on the Lake
and give you some reliable rumors about the "Rogers' Slide."
I am prepared to do this to-day, in a happy and congratulatory frame of
mind.
I have had breakfast this morning.
When I say this I mean that I have had this morning's breakfast this
morning.
Any one who has achieved so remarkable a success, at this place, can
safely plume himself on his patience and physical endurance.
For instance, this morning, for the first time, I ordered broiled Spring
Chicken.
The waiter gave me a disconsolate look and proceeded to gird up his
loins with a base ball belt.
In a few moments he dashed past the window in hot pursuit of a fowl of
venerable appearance, but of a style of going that would have put to
shame any ostrich that Dr.
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