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Show THE WATCH By Walt Mason My watch wouldn't work worth a dime, it was til ways a fortnight too slow; Instead of rescordlng the time, It monkeyed around, to and fro. The mainspring seemed out of repair, it traveled by spasms and jerks; so I sat me right down in a chair, and studied the watch and its works. 1 took It apart with a wrench, and studied, the levers and gears, all piled in a heap on a bench; I studied and wiggled my ears. I put the wheels back in the case, and shook them to give them a shock; but the hands didn't go around the face and the works didn't tick nor yet tock. 1 asked the plumber advice, and counsel coun-sel I asked of the Judge, consulted the dealer In Ice and still the blamed works wouldn't budge. "Methlnks," I remarked "and I wist. I must go to the Jeweler's shop." ne gave It three twists of the wrist, an'' the watch went along like a top. That plan's kept me down In the past a plan that Is doubtless the worst; I always reserve till the last the thing I should tackle at first. Copyright, 1916. |