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Show Safe Either Way. A farmer in a cyclone district was building a superb stone wall. He was building the wall stanch and solid, five feet across the base and four feet high. A stranger stopped his horse and said tr the farmer: "You're taking a lot of trouble with that wall." "You bet," the farmer answered. "I'm putting her here to stay." "What's the good of that?" sneered the stranger. "A cyclone'll come along and she'll blow over just the same." "Well, let her," said the farmer. "She'll be a foot higher if she does." 1 Minneapolis Journal. |