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Show No Use For Them. At tbe meeting of the Sazerao Lying club last evening, the medical member, when it came to his turn to spout, delivered himself of the following, follow-ing, which, whether it be original or ot, is worthy of publication: "Once when I was practicin' over in Syerra county, Californy, a feller gut caved on by a bank and got his skull fractured clean out of shape. They picked him up and brung him tu me, and I made a diagnosis of his case and found that his brain, which was exposed, was full of dirt and bits of rock. There wasn't nothin' to do Out to take it out and clean it ; the idear ot a man gniu' around with the action of his brain bein' interfered with by three or four pounds of clay and gravel was clear out of the question, ques-tion, and I set too much store by my medical reputation to consent to any such doi'ns. I took out the brain and put it in a tin pan, and while 1 was washin' of it the patient seed a lallow across tbe street what he had some hizness with and went over to havo a talk with him. He forgot to coma back alter bis brains, and 1 didn't see him ag'in for two months wben one day, bein' in the jinin' county, I seed him. I hailed bim and told him them tbar' brains was up at my office and if he-wanted 'em he'd better come aDd get 'em. 'Don't want 'em,' said he. 'Why not?' said I. 'Wal, you see,' eaid he, 'I'm run-nin' run-nin' for office now and I don't need 'em; got no use in tbe world lor 'em; lact is, they'd be an iucumberance, under tbe circumstances.' ". Reveille. |