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Show Kot Superstitious. The woman who declares she 'sn't a bit superstitious would as soon think of forgetting her orange-blossom as oi omitting to wear something borrowed and something blue on her wedding day. Then the man who never looks where he is going always manages to dodge ladders and walk outside instead of underneath them. It's funny how he does it, but he does, though he'd call you a hard name if you ventured to suggest he was superstitious. What hostess discovering thirteen on thfc point of sitting down at her hospitablt board but would hastily send for little Mary or Tommy to make the fourteenth? four-teenth? The hardiest actor on the stage wouldn't take an umbrella on to it; and as for the breakage of a mirror, breathes there a miscreant who wouldn't feel a pang if he or she were so unfortunate as to cause so evil a catastrophe? Yet we all declare we aren't superstitious, and that we don't believe for a moment there is anything in such old wives' tales as howling dogs heralding a death, or seeing the moon through glass bringing disaster to mention two of the thousands of ills presaged by such occurrences. Tha fact of the matter is we are all more or less superstitious, and small wonder, too, considering we are merely human beings. |