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T. He got an ostrich egg and hung it up in the middle of the chicken coop and built all the nests around it and put a big sign up which said: "Mrs. Hen, keep your eyes this way and do your best."

S.-Oh; by the way, Frank, I have a letter here for you.

T.-A letter! Where did you get it? S.-A colored lady left it at the door here a few moments ago. (End Man goes up and looks at letter, opens it and gives it to Mr. Stiles.)

T.

-Read it.

S.-Why, can't you read?

T.-Yes, only I haven't my glasses with me. S.--Why, Frank, this is from your lady love; you don't want me to read this out loud? T.-Is it from her?

S. (Looking at bottom of letter)-It's signed T.-Lucy! and she wrote a letter to me! go on and read it.

S.-Why, you don't want me to read it before all these gentlemen.

T.-Yes, I do; go ahead; I want to show the boys how I stand in.

S.-Well, all right. (He reads.) "My own darling Tootsy Wootsy." T.-Does she say that?

S. That's what it says here.

T.-Go on; leave me see. (He runs up and looks at letter.) Well, go on and read it; I want to show the boys how I stand in.

S.-Well, very well, if you want me to. (He reads.) "My own darling Tootsy Wootsy:

I am sending in my subscription for two years in advance to show that I am well pleased with the Agriculturist. I have received much advice from it, and it is worth more to me than the cost of the subscription, a hundred times.

Minnesota. J. B. RASMUSSEN.

I am still in the field as a practical, active old farmer seventy years of age, and appreciate the Agriculturist? Well, yes, I should say so. We know a good thing when we get hold of it. The Agriculturist has built more good farmers than a man could shake a stick at.

North Dakota. WM. C. PARKER.

N. W. Agriculturist,

P. V. COLLINS PUB. CO.

Minneapolis,

Minn.

It seems an awfully long while since you have been up to see me."

T.-See there, I told you I stood in. Go on and read the rest of it.

S. (Reading)-"Mamma wants you to come up tonight."

T.-Go on! does it say that? (He runs up and looks at letter again.) You see I stand in with the whole family. Go on and read the rest of it.

S. (Looking at letter)-Why, Frank, this next remark you certainly don't want me to read out loud.

T. Yes, I do; go ahead. I want to show the boys how I stand in.

S. But this is a personal matter and I do not think I had better read it out loud.

T.-Go ahead and read it; I want to make the other boys jealous.

S.-Well, very well, if you insist (reads) "Mamma wants you to come up tonight and pay your laundry bill."

T. (Snatches letter from him)-Go on, you fool nigger; don't you know no better than to read such personal things out loud?

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E. C. Patterson-Say, Mr. Stiles (starts coughing).

Mr. Stiles-Yes, what is it, Mr. Patterson; what's the matter with you?

P. I don't know exactly; I ate a club sandwich this evening and I think I got a sliver in my throat. Do you know Mr. Lasker?

S.-Yes, very well indeed. He is one of our best Chicago hustlers, but I understand he is a very outspoken man.

P. I can't believe that; I never knew anyone who could outspeak him. I had a terrible scare the other day. I went into Lord & Thomas' new café-I mean new office, and while there Lasker stopped talking for a minute and I thought I'd lost my hearing.

S.-Well, he is a good business man.

P. That's right. The other night I was walking down State street and a beggar came up to him and said, "Mister, please give ine ten cents for a bed," and Lasker said, "Sure, where's the bed?"

S.-Oh, well, that was a little absent-mindedness on his part.

P.--Speaking of absent-mindedness, Charlie Stoddart is the most absent-minded person I ever knew.

S.-Is that so?

P.-Yes, sir. He is so absent-minded that he thought he had left his watch at home the other day, then he pulled it out of his pocket to see if he had time to go home and get itbefore Munsey springs a new publication on him.

S.-Digressing and speaking of business just a minute; is Mr. Mahin doing a big business now?

P.-Sure, and he is a busy man, I want to tell you. I went into his office yesterday, and he said: "Ellmore, I am a busy man; my time is worth one hundred dollars an hour, but I will give you ten minutes of it."

S. That was very good.

P.-I told him if it was all the same to him I would rather take it in cash. Did you hear what happened to Jim Ryan the other day? S.-No.

P.-It was his birthday and his wife got him a lavender shirt at Field's. He didn't like this, so he took it back, and walking up to one of the prettiest sales girls he said, "Can I change my shirt at this counter?" She re