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Show THE DRUMMER'S TRICK. How t'liole Jerry Changed Ills Tan Bud Went lok on the Crowd. Every ly of us in the village knew Uncle Jerry Crawford. Ho was dried np old man, and never warned to get any older, although always complaining. The form of salutation was invariably this: "Hello, Uncle Jerry!" "Yawt, ya." "How you feeling?" "Wrutched, wretched, thank ye. I've hoard that at Vast one thousand times, and never knew a deviathm but once. A drummer who nsed to couin np occasionally from St. Louis g"t n to it. and one day when a doaen of ns cat on the steps of the drug store Undo Jerry was seen coming np tho street. 'Isn't that old Crawford?" asked the drummer, as he shaded his eyes with hi hand. "Yes." , "He's the man who always replies that he's pretty well, praise God?" "Oh, no. He's tho man who always replies that he's wretched, wretched, thank ye." "I may be mistaken, but I don t think so." "Of course you are." "Well, I hato to give in. Til bet !!0 that when he comes up, and you ak 1dm how he is, he'll reply an I said." Thoro wero seven of tin there, and all wo could rait was Wo bawled that out faet enough, however, and it had been covered when Undo Jerry came along. We wero on the grin an tho drummer called out: "Hello, Uncle Jerry!" ' "Yass, yass." "How yu feeling?" "Pretty well, praine find!" replied Uncle Un-cle Jerry as ho passed on. It was about two minntes before we could got breath, and then the dnimmer had gdno with the stake. An hour later I asked Undo Jerry what he meant by such oondnct, and he replied: "Took me all day to learn it, and the "Took me all day to learn it, and the feller gin me two big dollars." New York Sun. . |