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Show Tbo I'oat and the I'raelleal Stan. "What are tho tree saying at they sigh?" said tho poet, as he and the practical man paused on the bank ot a river "They aro aa)lng," said tho practical man, "that a sawmill In this section would pay big dividends." Then the poet said something about the music In tho rler that rippled at tholrfccL "Ye," said the practical man, "I was Just thinking that tuch a fine water power could turn enough mill wheels to grind all the corn In Georgia to a first-class article ot meal " "I don't think," raid the poet, "that you nnd I can pull together." "I know It," said the practical man. "So, I'm going to dinner. Whcro aro you golngT" "I'm going to wonder," raid the poet, "Just bow and whero I'll get a dlnnerl" Atlanta Constitution. |