Salt Lake Herald-Republican | 1877-05-30 | Page 4 | No Danger

No Danger. He lounged up to the office counter picked a tooth pick, and, as he pried away at his molars, be said 10 the clerk: "Must be hard musn't it? for a man to be buried in trance state." "Ye6'r," was the brief reply. "That's all I'm afraid of," continued contin-ued the confidential dead beat "I'm afraid I'll be buried before I'm really dead." "I guess not," answered the clerk, "the law regulates that." "The law? How?" "It prescribes how long the body shall hang before being cut down." The man softly laid the tooth pick down on the counter, and went over to look at the fiies of the daily papers.