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Show Nerve Wasn't What He Lost. As Benson walked along the busy street he was stopped by a shabby individual. in-dividual. "Excuse me, sir," said he, "but I wonder if you could lend me a quarter?" Benson was startled and demanded to know why the quarter was needed. "Haven't you a job?" he demanded. "No, sir." whined (he shabby individual. indi-vidual. "You sec, I'm a slate roofer by trade. But I can't work at it, because be-cause I fell off a roof and lost my nerve." "Ob, no, you didn't?" said Benson, as he walked on quickly. "Your nerve's all right." Houston Post. |