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Show No Romance About It. The stricken man constantly moaned the name of the young woman who had jilted him. "Tell her," he said to the medical man, "that her cruelty killed me. Tell her I am dying from a broken heart." The medical man shook his head. "Aw, go on," he said. "That would be shamelessly unprofessional. Your heart's all right. It's your liver that's the trouble." Good Excuse. "But, Egbert, you never used to mind cutting the grass." "I know, pa, but it's a whole lot harder since you sharpened the lawn mower." In the matters of conscience, first thoughts are best; in matters of prudence pru-dence last thoughts are best. Versole. |