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Show PHILOSOPHY OFSTRIKES. "Where are you guinL' with the' puppies, my littla man?" aked a t;tiitloman of a small loy yedterdny, whom ho met with l!.r-o pups in a bucket, "Goiu' to drown tu in," waa the reply. "i want a pup for my little boy to play with; what do you aay to letting me take one of them?" "I'll sell you one," spoke up the boy with true American enterprise. "I'll sell you this yaller one lor halt a dollar, the black one for 75 cents, and the spotted one is worth $1- i. iLiiuii my uuy wuuiu iih.u uii; spotted one best, but you ask too much for it. You had intended drowning all of them, but I'll give you 25 cents and save you the trouble of drowning the spotted one." "Twenty five cents for that Bpottod pup I" exclaimed the boy; "I can't stand it; taxes is high, rent is high, oil is down and going lower oh, no; I can't take lebs than a dollar," "But you intend to drown " "Take the black -one at 75 cents." "My little bay wouldn't like the hlack one." 'Take the yaller one at half a dollar, dol-lar, and he's dog obeap." . "I don't like his color." 1 "Well, then you'd belter toll your liulo boy to play with his toeB," at.d ho continued on his way to the river, remarking that "No party can dead-beat his way on me these hard times." Oil City Derrick. |