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Show MIND OVER MATTER Jones was the local athletic champion, cham-pion, and he had been boasting about his talents. His audience was bored stiff. Presently one of the visitors to the local Inn chipped in. "I'll bet you ten dollars," he said, "that I can wheel something in a wheelbarrow from this gate to that gate over there, and you can't wheel it back." Jones looked him over. He was not a very hefty looking man. He thought of bags of cement and bricks, and concluded that whatever the stranger could do he could do better. "Done," he said. The other smiled, and, with a couple of witnesses, they went out. A Theelbarrow was borrowed, and the stranger rubbed his hands and picked up the handles. "Hop to, old man," he said. |