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For several weeks the cook in a small Kansas City restaurant wae missing from his accustomed place at the range behind the lunch counter, and the patrons, most of whom knew him by name, inquired as to his absence. The proprietor explained that the cook was sick at home with the mumps. When the cook returned the customers joshed him that he, a grown man, should have the mumps. He smiled and said nothing, but later in the day, when the proprietor was away and there was only one patron within hearing, the cook unbosomed himself. “It wasn’t mumps at all,” he said; “it was smallpox. But the boss told mo to say mumps because there’s a lot of people sort o’ superstitious about smallpox !”

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Page 9 Advertisements Column 2, Evening Star, Issue 15629, 21 October 1914

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Page 9 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Star, Issue 15629, 21 October 1914