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A man stood on the post office steps the other day looking across the street, and a newsboy stood in front of the man gazing at him very fixedly. “ What yer looking at ?” growled the man, as he finally realised the lad’s presence. “Yer nose.” “Don’t you know what ails it?” “No.” “It’s erysipelas. Have had it for ten years.’ “Going back there?” “Where?” “To Erie. If that’s the kind of ’sipelas they have there you’d better bunt some other climate.” Singularly enough, Limburger cheese has anything but a limber smell. On the contrary, it is rather stiff.

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Page 4 Advertisements Column 1, Evening Star, Issue 7986, 15 August 1889

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Page 4 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Star, Issue 7986, 15 August 1889