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Show JACK OUT OF HIS ELEMENT "Old Salt" at Least Proved to That Swab That He Was Not to Be Trifled With. . The sailors are leaving the navy, It seems, and not a few are adventuring Into the wilds of the western grain belt. A real old salt approached a farmer and asked to be "signed on." "Worked on a farm since you left the sea?" he was asked. "Yes; on one." "What did you do?" "Well, I helped with a craft of some sort. We hoisted whont Into her main hatch, and straw came out over her bows, while the other stuff poured Into In-to bags hung onto her stern. A swab told me It was a thrashing machine, but I knew he was trying to bilk me, the only thrashing around there being what I did to the swab." |