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A fellow yesterday ran off with boiled
ham from the counter Of tavern in St.
Charles street, where il had been just left for
lunch. The bar-keeper taking the poker
which stood at the stove, in his hand, pur-
sued him up by Lafayette Square, as hard as
ne could run, to save, or rather recover his
bacon.


"Well, swon," said down-easter who
saw the first fellow running, and did not no.
tice the bar-keeper, who was far behind, " /
swan, if that are follow don't run Just as if
he had lost his senses.o


So he has,' saida wag, who heard the
remark" don't you see he's got the man
6ith The poker after him-Delta,