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Show FISH FABLE I fill! KM "Speaking about showers of fish,'' said the solemn looking man from his seat on a cracker box in the general store, "reminds me of the time we were marooned on an Island Is-land In the blue Pacific. For two hours there was a shower of fresh mackerel and, strange to say, they all dropped into a salt lake on the mountainside. That brined them." "Whewl" the old codgers chorused cho-rused in unison. "But that's not the strangest part of the story. Ten days later a cyclone cy-clone came along, picked up the brined mackerel and dropped them Into a hot spring. That boiled them; and, gentlemen, they were the finest boiled mackerel you ever tasted. I thought about sending some home to the folks, but " There was a sudden interruption and six strong men took the story teller outside and ducked him in the horse trough. |