Scene. A Lunch Counter.
_Customer._ "Waiter, do you call this a milk toast?--why, there's no
milk to be seen."
_Waiter._ "Milk all gone into the toast, sir."
_Customer._ "But there's no toast to speak of."
_Waiter._ "Toast all gone into the milk, sir."
_Customer._ "Ah, ha!--there's an idea in that, by Jove. I'll go straight
home and write a pamphlet upon the new theory of mutual absorption."
_Waiter._ "Yes, sir. Don't forget to mention the Kilkenny Cats, sir!"
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[Illustration: ENCOURAGING HOME MANUFACTURES.
_Young Patriot._ "GIMME THREE CENTS WORTH O' CHESTNUTS."
_Female Broker._ "D' YER WANT EYETALIAN ONES?"
_Y. P._ "NO, DARN YER--GIMME AMERICAN ONES."]
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