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A DESPERATE ENCOUNTER

Two men met in the street the other day, and both stopped and looked hard at each other. Then one said — " Jim, I'm going to lick you." •• When ? " " Kight off— now." " I don't believe you can do it." "Then I'll die trying. It shall be a fair fight." "Very well." Then one took out his false teeth and laid them on a doorstep, the other hung his new hat and overcoat on the railing, and the first observed : "Be careful of my left leg, Tom. I've had a boil there." "All right; and you look out for my right ear, as it is sore from neuralgia." At this moment a policeman happened to come along, and warned them against raising any row, so one said — " All right, Jim ; I'll lick you next week." " I'll be there, Tom. Good-bye."

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Evening Post, Volume XL, Issue 63, 13 September 1890, Page 2 (Supplement)

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A DESPERATE ENCOUNTER Evening Post, Volume XL, Issue 63, 13 September 1890, Page 2 (Supplement)

A DESPERATE ENCOUNTER Evening Post, Volume XL, Issue 63, 13 September 1890, Page 2 (Supplement)