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He Was “Downy.”

A certain duke was dining in full kilt dress at a Highland anniversary dinner, his piper standing behind hia chair. At dessert a very handsome and valuable snuff-box belonging to one of the guests was handed round. When the time came to return it to the owner, the snuff-box could not be discovered anywhere. A search was made, but with no result, the duke being especially anxious about it. On the next anniversary he again donned the kilt—which he had not worn in the meantime—for the annual dinner. As he was dressing, he happened to put his hand in hia sporran, and there, to his astonishment, found the box which had been lost at the last year’s dinner. He turned to his piper, and said, “Why, this is the snuffbox we were all looking for ! Did you not see me put it away in my sporran ?’■ “Yes, your grace.” “ Then why did you not tell me?” demanded the duke, "Because I thought your grace required the little matter kept quiet,” responded the piper, with a knowing wink.

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Woodville Examiner, Volume 3, Issue 284, 17 September 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)

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He Was “Downy.” Woodville Examiner, Volume 3, Issue 284, 17 September 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)

He Was “Downy.” Woodville Examiner, Volume 3, Issue 284, 17 September 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)