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Show His Unlucky Days. Seated in a row on the porch of an old-country inn, with their chairs tipped back, some old cronies were going go-ing on about unlucky days. After all had given what they considered their unlucky days, a quiet old chap at one end spoke up: "Aa'll tell ye ma unlucky days. Aa's fund oot in ma time that it's unlucky to be struck wi' leetening on a Monday; Mon-day; or te be catched wiv a circular saw on a Tuesday; or te tumble overboard over-board on a Wednesday; or te be run ower by a motor car on a Thursday; or lose a ten-pun note on a Friday; or be bitten by a mad dog on a Saturday, and hev nowt for dinner on the Sunday!" |