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Show The Truth Will Out. A durky in LouNville who had gone broke in a crap ame turned to a friend and requested the temporary accommodation ac-commodation of a small loan. "Gus." said the person thus importuned, impor-tuned, "I'd lak mightily to let you have some money, hut I'm out of hick ray ownse'f. Di.s yere dollar I'se about to shoot is de last dollar I got in de world." He shot and lost, while (Jus looked forlornly on. He reached into his vest pocket and hauled out a crumpled crum-pled bill. "YV'y, sho 'miff, yere is another dollar!1' dol-lar!1' he said in tones of astonishment. astonish-ment. Apiin he shot and lost. Still holding hold-ing fast to the dice, he unearthed a third bill from the sweatband of his hat. "Now dis yere is absolutely de Inst dollar I owns on dis earth!" he stated for the benefit of the company at large and his chum Otis in particular. particu-lar. "Wen hit's gone I'se through." He risked it and lost it. A he slid his free hand toward an inner recess in the waistband of Ids trousers the bankrupt Gus spoke up. "Keep on shootin' nigger!" bade Gus. "Jes' keep on shootin'. Dem bones'll niek you tell de trufe yit." Saturday Evening Post. |