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Show (L (pobit to JIuzL "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. I You've got to help me." ' "What's the trouble?" asked the doctor, j "The ghosts of my departed rel-I rel-I atives come and perch on the tops I of the fence posts nil round the orchard," replied the patient. "Every night it's the same old round they just sit there, wait. ing, waiting, waiting. What can I do to get rid of them?" j "Why, that's simple. Just sharpen sharp-en the tops of the posts," the doctor doc-tor prescribed, as he drove off. |