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play ball as well as ever. The
operation, it is believed, will put a
stop to the terrific headaches
.j, which caused Chance to retire
irom active service.
Draw the chicken and cut it
into neat joints. Melt a good
slice of butfer in stewpan; add
one onion finely minced and red
part of a carrot scraped. Stir
over the fire for a few minutes,
put in the pieces of chicken, sea
son with salt and pepper, and fry
in the butter until lightly brown
ed! Add warm water to barely
cover the chicken, and; also four
medium sized tomatoes, cover
the stewpan, and let it simmer
gently, for about half an hour.
Add a. tablespoonful of corn flour
mixed to a smooth paste with a
little cold water, stir until the
sauce boils, add a teagpoonful-of
chdppedparsley, and simmer for
another quarter of an hour. Put
the pieces of chicken on a hot
dish, pour the sauce over, garnish
with fried bread, and serve.
Washing Silk Gloves
When washing white silk
gloves and hose try washing them
in Warm soapsuds ; rinse and hang
in a dark room. The best time to
$ wash" them is at night. They will
be dry by morning. It is the light
that turns tfiem yellow.
'Touring Tragedian Much of
a house at Oshkosh? Touring"
Comedian Very small, trage
dian Much applause? Comedian
Well, a dog wagged his tail.
THE USE OF FRIENDS.
By Berton Braley.
When life is gay as any song
That's caroled T)y the poet,
I Want to" have my friends along,
So, when I'm glad, the1' know
I can't keep fortune to myself,
With glee I thus declare it,
The only fun in lUck or pelf
Is having friends to share it.
When life is sad and going wrong
I tell my friends about it,
For they will jolly me along
And cheer me never doubt it.
However deep and harsh my woe
I find that I can bear it
If, through my bitter pain, I
That I have friends to share it-
WHEN TIME FLEW
. Mabel had a young man. It
was her first, and they were very
smitten with each other; He
used to come and see her six times
a week, and they went into the
front room, where they could sit
and hold each other's hands and
gaze into each other's eyes..
( Then, of course, there was the
saying "Good-bye!" which was
usually a lengthy process.
"Mabel," said her father one
night, "I want to talk to you
about that young man of yours.
When did he say 'Good-night' to
you last evening?"
"At ten o'clock," replied the
"What! Why, it was one
o'clock at least!"
"Oh, that was wlien he finish
ed saying it!"
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