They Cut No Ice

"It must take ioU of money to furnish the ice you use íor cooilDg water," a gentleman remarked to one of the "candy butchers" with the circus as the "butcher" vas ckaling out real water from a tank al bc per dea!. It was a hot af ternoou and swelieriag humanity was gladly enrlcinag the coffers of the "buteher," who by way of variation, had scattered a few lemon rinds in the fluid and was assaulting the English langu&ge by crying "Lemonade!" "Well, rather," was the reply, "we use tons of it every day- I don't t'ink." But the last remark was not overheard and the "butcher," to borrow from nis vernacular, "eoughed up" to a reporter. "W'y, dtsae mugs mus' tink we's millionaires," he began, with a look of disgust. "W'y, w'en a show comes to town every plug in de metropolis is awake with bot' tjitts out, 'cause dey know de circus folks got to get stuff dey need, an' gat it quicfk. Sec? Well, de ice man wouldn't do a tlng to us, but me an' me pardner, over dere, after two seasons, tumbled, an' we got onto de greatest scheme you ever see. T'ink dat's ice?" and he pointed to a great glittering square sitting in ye tank and rising above the fluit 6 inches. "I should aay not," he continued, "dat's glass. See? It cost us $16 when we had it made, but we've saved $1,600. Dése peopie wot come to a circus never come back twice de same year, an' -'Yes, sir; ice-cold lemonade,' " and the "butcher" dropped another nickel iuto nis cash box as the crowd surged on.