| OCR Text |
Show Can't Miss Two friends went duck hunting hunt-ing one cold morning. One took along a thermos bottle full of coffee and the other a bottle of Old Typesetter (one slug anil you're through for the day). Both imbibed freely of their chosen beverages through the early hours and finally a lone duck appeared overhead. The coffee cof-fee drinker raised his gun first, took aim and fired. The duck kept on going. His friend then pointed his gun at the duck and brought it down with the first shot. "That's pretty good shooting,- said the first. "Nothin' to it," shrugged the other. "When a flock like that comes over, you're bound to hit one of them." |