The man with the "wonderful calf with five legs and a huming head,"
and "the philosophical lung-tester," were there. Then there was the
Flying Circus and any number of other ingenious contrivances to
relieve young ladies and gentlemen from the rural districts of their
spare change.

A young man was bitterly bewailing the loss of his watch, which had
been cut from his pocket by some thief.

"You ain't smart," said a middle-aged individual in a dingy Kossuth
hat with a feather in it, and who had a very you-can't-fool-me look.
"I've been to the State Fair before, I want yer to understan, and
knows my bizniss aboard a propeller. Here's MY money," he
exultingly cried, slapping his pantaloons' pocket.

About half an hour after this we saw this smart individual rushing
frantically around after a policeman. Somebody had adroitly
relieved him of HIS money. In his search for a policeman he
encountered the young man who wasn't smart.

"Haw, haw, haw," violently laughed the latter; "by G--, I thought
you was smart--I thought you'd been to the State Fair before."

The smart man looked sad for a moment, but a knowing smile soon
crossed his face, and drawing the young man who wasn't smart
confidentially toward him, said--

"There wasn't only fifteen cents in coppers in my pocket--my MONEY
is in my boot--they can't fool me--I'VE BEEN TO THE STATE FAIR
BEFORE!!"