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Show Robbed of Its Sting. Zed Hunsicker was proud of his town in Tennessee. There wasn't much he couldn't tell you about it, and still less that lie didn't tell you about it as he drove you from the station sta-tion to the only hotel in the 'bus. ' One day Zed collected a drummer off the down train and started ur. Main street. The drummer was futer-ested. futer-ested. He asked questions about the town. "Seerr.s like it's mighty healthy here," he commented. "What's your death rate?" " 'Tis healthy, suh," Zed assented. "'Death rate? Why, suh. maybe you won't believe me, but it's rarely mo'' than one apiece rarely, suh." |