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Show Not to Blame. "What shall we do, John," said the farmer's wife, who had retained much of her sentiment through 25 years oC married life, "what shall we do to ceV-ebrate ceV-ebrate our silver wedding?" "Reckon up where all the silver's gone to in bringing up our family," grumbled he. "Oh, no, John, it must be somethtng' real good and out of the ordinary, i tell you what. Let us kill the fattest pig and give a banquet." "Maria," said the husband solemn??, "I don't see how the unfortunate animal ani-mal is to blame for what happened 25 years ago." |