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Show A Mild Hint "I kinder tired of having that there Spink feller coining to see, my girl, Zanzaline," admitted Gap Joknson of Rumpus Ridge, "and I sorter gave him a hint to stay away." "What did you tell him?" inquired a neighbor. "Nulh'n' in pertickler. I just says, 'I.i.oky yur, you infernal, lop-eared, pickle-headed shyster! If I ever ketch you hanging arouaid my plaee ag'in I'll shoot you so full of holes that your dad-blasted hide won't hold anything finer than corn shucks!' That's all." New York Evening Post. |