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Show Old Printer a Wonder. There was Old Limerick, an old man since first known, and tlie hoys used to say he was not only born an old man but was fighting when he first saw the light. He would work until a few dollars were due him. anil on this would raise enough to get drunk, and when drunk he was worse than a cowpen full of wildcats. He was in bad with the police of every city in the South, and at that time there wasn't a policeman in this county coun-ty who had not at some time or other been scratched or bitten by him. Crippled though he ws he was a match for a squad, and It was never until he was beaten to a pulp that tie could be put into a black marfa. And yet this man who wore his shirts and socks until they dropped from him, and who never bathed for years nt a time, and whose every niii-er niii-er word was an oath, could discuss theology with a bishop, or polities with Bob Toombs. Macon Telegraph. |