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Show o 'WAY DOWN SOUTH One fine day the parson of a small southern village started out to visit some of his farmer friends. One of the first was Allen Brown, a man long troubled by a worthless young son. The father was found sitting in front of his house, whittling a handle on a hickory stick and swearing vigorously. 'Why, Brother Brown, what is the matter?" asked the parson. par-son. "That son of mine," was the angry reply, "he has tried my patience once too often." "Remember what the Good Book says, brother. You should forgive him " "Forgive him!" cried Brown. "That's all I have been doing doing since he was old enough to walk. When he burned down the schoolhouse, did I punish him ? No, I sent him to the Military Academy. When he was expelled ex-pelled from there, did I make him -o to another school? No, I let him lay around and take it easy. When he kickekd my ' hound dog, did I half kill him? No, I just remonstrated with gently. When he shot the deputy sheriff, did I let him go to jail? No, I promised the deputy to help him get elected sheriff if he would drop the case. When he killed that Greek, did I let him go to the pen? No, I sent up to town and hired the finest lawyer law-yer in the south to let him off. But now he has gone too far. ' When he comes home tonight I'm going to kick him out on his ear." "But what has he done this time?" "Done! Done! Why, parson the scoundrel has gone and voted the straight Republican ticket." Exchange. n i |