_Visitor_ (_gazing at a guinea-fowl's egg_). "Waiter! Can you tell me
what egg this is?"
_Waiter._ "Oh, sir, it's a Guernsey egg. They sometimes lays them like
that. It's not done in the boiling!"]
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[Illustration: CORRECTED.--_Lady Tourist_ (_doing the cathedrals of
Scotland_). "This is _Gothic_, isn't it, John?"
_Juvenile Vendor of "Guides"_ (_severely_). "No, mem, _this is
Presbyterian_."]
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At HOMBURG-V.-D.-H.--_Colonel Twister_ (_in the hotel smoking-room_).
Yes! I once played a game of pool at Senecarabad, holding the cue in my
teeth, and captured all the loot!
_Captain Longbow._ Pooh! That's nothing! About a month ago I matched
myself at shell-out against Fred Fandango, and clutching the cue between
my toes, walked in lying on my back!
_Colonel Twister_ (_taken unawares_). But how the deuce did you manage
to see the table?
_Captain Longbow._ See the table? Why, had the cloth lighted with
Roentgen rays, of course! Saw through the slate!
[_The Colonel abruptly says "Good Night" to the company, and leaves
for Schlangenbad next morning._
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FORCE OF HABIT.--Recently two bankers met abroad. They at once began to
compare notes.
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