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Show The good luck of President Roosevelt, which is supposed to be so iron-clad that he could fall in the Mississippi without getting his feet wet, has coruscated the world of humor with hard luck stories. One of the saddest of these comes from a county rich in sheep in the Southern portion por-tion of the state. A Stranger drifted into the village saloon with fifty cents, a wan smile and feet acutely tender from much tie walking. A poker game was just about to get under way. The bartender announced an-nounced that as they were shy on celluloids they would have to use corn for chips. As the corn was being apportioned a happy thought came to the Stranger. Returning to a granary rich in corn which he had seen half a mile down th'o road, he grasped the first cluster he could reach, and removing the grains from the cob as he went, re-entered the fragrant atmosphere of the village saloon and called for fifty cents worth of chips. The Stranger was a very lucky young man, and Soon achieved quite a bounteous stack of corn. Finally a large play came up, wherein the Stranger knew he had a cinch. He bet all the corn in front of him, and some which he' adroitly adroit-ly extracted from his pocket. The banker looked at the Stranger with open and menacing hostility. hostil-ity. The Stranger won the pot. He reached for it. "Hold on thar, stranger," said the banker thunderously, "This game stops right yar. I'm not perticklar about bein' flimmed by a stranger and what I sez is, I aint give out no red corn." (Thud! Impact! Collision! Broken chairs!) As the Stranger walked painfully back, with many emotions cross firing him, the thought came to him that he would look once more upon the granary which had caused his undoing and see what a whole house full of red corn looked like. To his great dazzlement, he saw that all the rest of the corn visible was of a bright blond hue. 4 "Well, I guess that ain't hard luck," he mur- H mured as he ambled slowly away, and for the jH third time delicately caressed an optic which H looked like a clever sketch In Italian landscape. ANGUS NICHOLSON. jl |