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Show "Bill" Was Out of the Smoke. In tho vicinity of Paris Hill, Mo., a generation or thereabout ago, lived a man namer William Young, who was known as "Bill" Young. Although It was conceded ho was hardly upto par intellectually, and was accordingly tho butt of jokes, his replies woro always al-ways witty and suro to provoke laugh-ter. laugh-ter. On ono occasion. In colobratlng a presidential election, It Is said, tho boys decided to put up a poke on tho old man. They had an old "muzzle-loader," "muzzle-loader," which they filled nearly half-full half-full of black powder, wads, etc., and Informed him he must fire It. "Bill" demurred, on tho ground that tho charge was too heavy, but on being told It was the only way ho could show his loyalty to tho Republican party he consented. Taking tho gun somewhat gingerly, ho fired, and was, of courso, bowled over and over by tho recoil of tho heavy musket One of the boys, a safo distance away, and doubled up with laughter, managed to gasp: "Say, Bill, what aro you down there for?" "Huh! To get out th' smoke," retorted re-torted "Bill," slowly and painfully picking himself up out of the dirt. |