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Show A good Quaker was milking a cow whose lively disposition had often taxed his patience severely. The pail was nearly full of foaming milk one ievening- when, in some manner, the cow managed to overturn it. The old man in righteous indignation snatched snatch-ed up a nearby club to strike the exasperating ex-asperating animal when he remembered remem-bered the precepts of his religion. He dropped the stick and in a voice termbling with anger said: "I may not beat thee, neither may I kick thee, but I am going to twist thy durn tail." And he did. |