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Show ' , Making Conversation. Irving Batcheller, In the course of a lecture at Wltherspoon hall the other night, told a story of a farmer on the Connecticut hills. "Pretty steep," the farmer assented. Isn't it?" a visitor asked the tiller of the soil. 'Pretty steep," the farmer assented. "I suppose It's quite difficult to plant your corn?" "Quite difficult." came the echo. The visitor was Interested and would not be put off with short re-jilles. re-jilles. "Kh how do you mnnnge to plant on this hill?" he persisted. The farmer gazed at him pityingly. "We have to shoot it Into the earth with a shotgun, stranger," he assured his guest, puffing solemnly at his pipe in the pauses of his reply. The visitor gasped, "rtenlly." he ejaculated. ' Keally, now? Is that actually true?" The farmer sighed and turned upon his gucBt a look of withering reorn. "No that Isn't true," he answered. "I'm trying to make conversation." Philadelphia Times. |