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Show WHEN IT GOES. The Herald's editorial on Bat Masterson reminds re-minds one of an old far-west story: It ran something some-thing like this: Jones "Well, 'Coyote' Bill is dead at last; thank heaven." Scott "Dead? What got that into your head? I saw him yesterday." Jones "But ho is dead all the same; got Plugged in a dance hall last night and quit this morning." Scott "O, pshaw! You are mistaken; you have got him mixed up with someone else." Jones "Mistaken? What's the matter with you. I just saw his body at the stiff shop and you can see it if you will go over there." Scott "You're right sure he is It now?" Jones "Of course I am." Scott "Well, then, he was the blanklest blank, low-down thief and dog and brawler and bully and assassin, and an all round 33 degree past master mas-ter of cruelty and oussedness that ever came to these mountains. I am glad he is fixed But 'excitedly), mind you, if there is any mistake, if Be is not dead, this that I have been saying don go." v |