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Show Ci Point in JkaL "Doctor," said the wild-eyed patient, pa-tient, as he rose from the steps of his farm homestead and rushed down to meet the doctor's car, "I'm in a deuce of a pickle. Don't know where to turn for relief. You've got to help me." "What's the trouble?" asked the doctor. "The ghosts of my departed relatives rel-atives come and perch on the tops of the fence posts all round the orchard," replied the paliont. "Every night it's the same old round they just sit there, waiting, wait-ing, waiting, waiting. What can I do to get rid of them?" "Why, that's simple. Just sharpen sharp-en the tops of the posts," the doctor doc-tor prescribed, as he drove off. |