nt, made of lion's skin, or
something. One day he noticed that the moths were getting into it, and
he told his servant to see about the moths, and drive them out. The
servant got some insect powder and blowed the hair of the garment full
of it, and scrubbed the inside of it with benzine.

Ingomar put it on just before he went on the stage, and thought it
didn't smell just right, but he had no time to inquire into it. He had
not got fairly in his position, before Parthenia came out on a hop,
skip and jump, and threw herself all over him. She got one lung full
of insect powder, and the other full of benzine, and as she said, "Wilt
always love me, Ingomar?" she dropped her head over his shoulder, and
said in an aside, "For the love of heaven, what have you been drinking?"
and then sneezed a couple times.

Ingomar held her up the best he could, considering that his nose was
full of insect powder, and he answered:

"I wilt ": and then he said to her quietly:

"Damfino what it is that smells so!"

They went on with the play between sneezes, and when the curtain went
down she told Ingomar to go out and shake himself, which he did.

It was noticed in the next act that Ingomar had a linen duster on, and
Mary snoze no more.

There was another mean trick played on a comedian a short time ago. In
one of the plays he comes into a room as a tramp, and asks for something
to drink. There is nothing to drink, and he asks if he may drink the
kerosene in the lamp, which is on the table unlighted. The lamp has been
filled with beer, and when he is told that he can slake his thirst
at the lamp, he unscrews the top, takes out the wick, and drinks the
contents. Everybody laughs, and the idea is a good one.

At Chicago, recently, some friend took out the beer and filled the lamp
with a liquid of the same color, but the most sickish tasting stuff that
ever was. The comedian drank about three swallows of the neatsfoot oil
before he got onto the joke, and then he flew around like a dog that had
been poisoned, and went off the stage saying something like "Noo Yoick."

He has agreed to kill the fellow that loaded that lamp for him.

ALL ABOUT A SANDWICH.

The time for getting to the Michigan Central depot at Chicago was so
limited that no regularly prepared supper could be secured, and so it
was necessary to take a sandwich at the central depot. There has been
great improvement made in the sandwiches furnished in Chicago, in the