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Show Spilling the Chestnuts. One Sunday in the late fail I took my .sweetheart to the country to call ou one of her cousins, who owned a farm on which were some chestnut trees. During the afternoon, we gathered gath-ered chestnuts, tilling everything that would hold chestnuts, even to my overcoat pockets. That night we all drove to a neighboring neigh-boring village to church. I was holding hold-ing my overcoat on my lap when the audience arose during the prayer service. The preacher had Just, begun his prayer when a noise like a Lewis machine gun broke upon our ears. In arising, I had taken hold of the overcoat, turning it upside down and spilling the chestnuts, which rolled toward to-ward th pulpit amid the giggles of the younger couples, and to my utter horror. Is it any Wonder I was afterwards after-wards called "Chestnuts" in that community? com-munity? Chicago Tribune. |