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Show A Muddy Joke. Commissioner Knowles has a funny streak in his system that is the coual of anything John Kcndrlck Hangs can lay claim to. Joe was up In Smith-field Smith-field the other day, nnd while there called up M. J. Mallard by 'phone: "Say, Ballard, you aro president of the Cache Commercial Club, arc you not?" "Yes, sir,' came tho reply. "Well, sayl I'm up here and would like to come homo," said Joe, "and I'm alrald I can't get In." "How's that Is the sheriff walling for youV" sa)s Dallard. "No, it's not tho sheriff," said Joe, "It's tho roads Just inside the Logan City limits. I camo up here on the the train, but I am told by the Smith-fl Smith-fl dd pcoplo that the mud Is so deep at the Louan City end of the county road that It Is Impassable." "Well, what can the Club do for youV" said Ballard. "1 just thought perhaps you and the Club might induco the city council to place thcro some of that gravel that is now being put down In the west end of the city where It is not needed." "You may be right," said Ballard, but I wouldn't advise you to wait till that gravel Is put thorc." "Oh, that's all right," said tho commissioner, com-missioner, "I'm now having a mud scow built and am training to reduce my avoirdupois, so even If the road isn't lixed I hope to get in before spring. Just tell my people, will jou." Mr. Ballard agreed, got busy, and the list one was notillcd by 'phone two hours later |