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Show Jfricio HiqhL Jatiic Down in a certain southern town the prize loafer of the community went away on a trip and returned with a brand-new wife. "Well, Ezra," remarked the mayor, on meeting the new bridegroom, bride-groom, "so you've gone and got married." Assuming a forlorn air, he added: "And here I am, a lonely lone-ly bachelor. It seems no one will have me." "Think I can help you get a wife," Ezra suggested hopefully. "Really!" cried the mayor, pretending pre-tending to be overjoyed. Ezra glanced around cautiously, then whispered, "Do what I did, Mayor. Go where you ain't known." |