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Show THROUGH TIME'S MANY CHANGES At Least Something Was Left of Venerable Ven-erable Cider Barrel. Flab Shaw's storo Is tho principal place to congregate In tho llttlo town of Corlnna, Me., and it Is it this place on cold winter evenings that tho older Inhabitants got together and spin yarns, says a writer in tho Boston Herald. I romomber on ono occasion an unusually largo number had dropped In on their way homo from the postofllce, and wore seated around tho largo stovo, each trying to outdo tho other. Finally Flab spoko up and said: "I s'pposo I'vo got tho oldest elder barrel In tho state of Maine." "Got anything In It?" quickly asked Isaac S. "No," drawled Flab; "but thet bar-rol bar-rol Is ono my great-grandfather mado moro'n hundrcd-en-flfty ytnrs ago." "Get out!" they all cried. "Wasn't It last spring you had now hoops put on It?" nsked Sum F. " 'Nd 'twas year ergo tho 10th day of last September you traded two bushels of potatoes with mo for now .staves and heads," chlmfid in David H. Flab allowed ho had. "Then how do you make out It's tho samo barrel your great-grandfather made?" Flab scratched his head, thought a minuto, then drawled out: "Wall, It's tho same bunghole, anyway." |