Recognition.
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"How dye do MIR. Jones-how dive
do?" said young swell yesterday,
with more head than brains, to an old
glossy faced gentleman, who stood be-
hind pair of gold mounted specs,
and whose 10 ,omotion was assisted by
gold headed bamboo cane.


"Excuse me, my good s;r-excuse
me-" said the old man in falsetto
voice-"but you have the advantage
ofme.''


"My name is Kid, sir-Kid," said
whiskerapdo-"you remember Thom-
as-Kid-Tommy, you used to call him
--don'tyou?"


"Bless my soul, and so | do,'' said
the old man--s:l remember little
Tommy Kid, sure enough; and how
do you do now, Mr.. Goot?"


"Kid, sir, Kid, not Goat" said
Thomas, peevishly.


"Ah, true, you were kid then,
Tommy" said the old gentleman, "but
Iperceive by the quantity of hair on
your chin, that you have since become
a goat" sA


Tommy stroked his beard with BIZ
fingers, and went off, without bidding
Mr.. Jones s'good bye" ."--Er. paper.