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“Mary, Mary, slightly airy,
How do the fashions go?”
“Piled up hair and shoulders bare
And vertebrae all in a row.”
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“Sir,” writes a correspondent, “When I was in Butte I dropped my meal ticket on the floor and one of those miners with hob-nailed shoes stepped on it and punched out a week’s board.”
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Sandy Lost His Ball
Sandy McDugal was a great golf enthusiast. In many months he never missed a morning. Then the inevitable happened—Sandy was absent. His fellow golfers, worried lest Sandy be ill, sought him out.