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If you would like to verify the text below, please download a PDF of the scanned pages. At the first regular session of the Chestnut Club, or Chicago, Mr. He was a man of broad views and correspond-ing physique, was well read, much traveled, full fed andballasted in both pocket and brain; had studied for theministry, and as he expressed it, narrowly escaped thespoiling of a first-class drummer through the lefthandedbias of the gospels; was posted in parliamentary rules; apolished gentleman, and as serene in temper as the pro-verbial pig in clover.
So overjoyed was the man that he awoke,and found that same finger in to the third joint whereanother of his members had much better been. Jones ̶ ̶ A parson of the olden time once rose in his pulpit and said.
The king ̶ ̶ Will some of the members please lower the windows a trifle? "Bretheren and sisters, there are many of our hearerswho are in the condition of the ancient English captainwho got religion. Thomas ̶ ̶ One night our friend Mc Fadden, overyounder, was stopping over in a country town in Iowa.
His voice, a mellow baritone, wasthe envy of every member of the club. Scribner hav-ing been chosen as secretary of state, and Mr.
Green ascomptroller of the treasury, the king rose and said: "Gentlemen of the Chestnut Club.