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A SUBTERFUGE.

"No. No. etraight drinks for me," he aaid. " I've quit tkom." " But you drink mixed drinks ?" " Oh, yes ! I'll try the right bind of a mixed drink any time." " What's the difference?" " A great deal, my boy ; a great deal. I'm engaged to Misß Wilbur, you know." "Yes. What of it?" " Everything — everything in the world. ' Lips that touch wine shall never touch mine ' ia hor motto." " I should think mixed drinks — " " Tut, tut, my boy ! You can take thorn — at least some of them — through a straw without exciting commout." — Chicago Post.

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Evening Post, Volume XLVII, Issue 88, 14 April 1894, Page 1 (Supplement)

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A SUBTERFUGE. Evening Post, Volume XLVII, Issue 88, 14 April 1894, Page 1 (Supplement)

A SUBTERFUGE. Evening Post, Volume XLVII, Issue 88, 14 April 1894, Page 1 (Supplement)