With shriek and wail loud blew the gale,
And then it rained like thunder.
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Wall, I Calc’late!
“Well, Si,” asked the justice of the peace of the lone constable, “what is this man charged with?”
“Bigotry,” answered Si. “He’s got three wives.”
“By gosh, Si,” exclaimed his honor, “where’s your education? That ain’t bigotry, that’s trigonometry!”
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We’d Say So
When a young man with his arm around a girl lets a lighted cigarette fall inside his sport shirt and it feels like a drop of ice water, it is time either to propose or go home.