We clicked rims and lifted our elbows to the glorious victory, to the
weather (which was rotten) and our mutual pinkness.

"_A votre santé, mon Lieutenant_!" crooned Madame the widow
Palliard-Dubose.

"_À votre, Madame_," replied her Lieutenant, quaffing the whole
issue in one motion. Paraffin, ladies and gentlemen, pure undiluted
paraffin--paugh! wow! ouch!

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If the fellow I met in the Lille Club who reads women's souls and gets
'em to feed out of his hand should also happen to read this, will he
please write and tell me what my next move is? PATLANDER.

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[Illustration: "IT'S PERFECTLY SIMPLE, UNCLE--TWO SLOW, THREE QUICK,
THREE SIDE CHASSÉES, WOBBLE WOBBLE, LAME DUCK, LAME DUCK, DIP,
GRASSHOPPER, TWO SLOW, SWIVEL, SCISSORS, JAZZ-ROLL, KICK, TURN, TWO
CHASSÉES, BACK, TWINKLE, AND ON AGAIN."]

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"TOO LATE FOR CLASSIFICATION.

12 March and April pullets laying rabbits."--_Advt. in Local
Paper_.