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Show CO-OPERATION A FABLE. A mother fly, roosting near a pile of manure, heard the owner of the premises prem-ises say to his wife, "This is Clean-up Week. Tomorrow I'm going to haul away tho old manure pile, rake the yard and burn the rubbish. I'm going to do all In my power to make this a clean, flyless town." The fly grinned and winked each ono of her ten thousand eyes as she said, "I know your next door neighbor, neigh-bor, old Skinflint, has no idea of cleaning clean-ing up. I'll lay my eggs in his mn-nure mn-nure pile, but some of my children will come over and live with you." And lo, It was so, anil the mother wept and the doctor grew weary in body nnd sick at heart as ho rushed to and fro in his attemDt to save the lives of poisoned babies. Next year another fly heard tho owner of the premises say, "This is Clean-up Week. This year we ar all working together. Everybody is cleaning clean-ing up and we are going to have a fly-less fly-less towrt." Mother fly grinned a she saw a new baby in tho house and flow over into old Skinflint's yard. She roosted on tho bam door for a moment trying to get her bearings. The manure pile wns gono and Skinflint was hard at work raking hia yard! She cried out In anguish, "My last friend has betrayed be-trayed me," and then fell over dead. And so, all that summer tho babies laughed nnd grew fat and the mothers moth-ers smiled, while tho doctor spent a month in tho hills resting and fishing and saying, "At last my people have learned wisdom." OLATON S. RICE, At tho request of. Uw Ladies' Uoiue ft CfeV. |