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Show AFTER-DINNER STORIES. The lightning rod agent stopped before be-fore the farmhouse and addressed the old man who was sitting in the doorway door-way sharpening his pack-knife. "Anything doing in my line today, sir?" he asked. "I dunno. What's your line?" sked the farmer. "Lightning rods," said the agent. "What good be they?" demanded the farmer. "They'll save your house from ketch-in' ketch-in' fire if It's struck," explained the agent hopefully. "Git out o' here, gol dern ye!" cried the farmer wrathfully. "I bin payin' seven dollars a year insurance on. this here shack o mine for the last ten years, and nuthin's happened yet. My luck's bad enough as it is without your addin' to it with your pesky old fandangoes. fan-dangoes. How in heck d'ye think I'll ever git my money back with one o' them things around?" Judge. Pete Yallerby Dat am a kid to be proud ob, Mose, What do you done call de fat rascal?" Mose Moketon Jack Washin'tou Moketon. Pete Yallerby Jack Washington? J Done make a mistake, didn't you? Mose Moketon Nopey! Mah wife she insist on callin" him Bookeh Washing ton an' I stood pat fo' Jack Johnson," so we split de difference. Puck. |