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Show i A friend of the Press-iBulletin, who is a good liar himself, and who believes be-lieves In repeating every good lie he hears, dropped Into our sanctum Wednesday Wed-nesday afternoon with a clipping about lies and liars, which he thought the people of iBingham would be glad to ! read, and he requested that the same ' be published for the benefit of the ' people here who might be interested in the delightful pastime of lying. The clipping reads as follows: f, "Lying," said Mark Twain, "is a no-able no-able accomplishment, and it should be encouraged. When we hear a good lie we should repeat it, giving to the liar the praise that is his due. I met a real good liar in Florence, Italy. His name is Pietro. To incite Pierto to one of his loftiest flights I said to him one day, 'Did you ever hear, Pietro. of the fish that lived on the frost?" 'No,' said he. HVell, this fish, I explained, "haunts the 'Maine coasts. It comes ashore every morning before the sun has melted the frost, and from the rock and tree trunks and. grass blades It scarpes with its blunt teeth enough of this cold food to last It for the day. it can never be caught in the water, for the reason that it will not rise to bait. Some times, though, men catch It ashore with their hands. Its flesh Is considered a delicacy and brings $2.25 a pound.' . . . '"Pietro Bneered. 'Now I will tell you,' he said, 'about my uncle's mule. My uncle kept his mule in a wooden stable, and he fed It on popcorn. 1 One day the stable took fire, and the popcorn pop-corn in the male's stall; shoot Ing up into the air, descended all about the unfortunate animal In soft, white flakes. These flakes the mule mistook mis-took for snow. He imagined he was In a snowstorm and froze to death." |