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My, my, my, what an agitation we have started over the definition of a “Whiffenpoof.” A Kansas reader avers that everybody is wrong so far; that a “Whiffenpoof” is a bird that eats red pepper and has to fly backwards to keep his tail from catching on fire.
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Some young men seem to imagine that they are following the fashions when they are on the trail of a pretty girl.
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My new hired man, Pete, hangs around the hog pen so much that he apparently has learned most of his manners from the animals. The other night we went to supper at neighbor Nelson’s place and our hired man tried to make a hit with Tillie, old man Nelson’s daughter. A few days later I asked Tillie how she liked Pete.
“Oh,” she exclaimed, “At supper he acted like a pig and after supper he was such a bore.”
So I guess that ends Pete’s love affair so far as Tillie is concerned.
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