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Show Funeral. "Look here, doctor," said a farmer of a village of Middleborough to a friend of mine the other day, "for the last ten years only two men in this town have died One of them was struck by lightning light-ning and the other was hanged. Now, doctor, have you the conscience to come here and live off of our community when you will have so little to do?" "Little to do!" said the doctor. "Why, they seem to have left everything to do. I assure you, my good friend, after I have been in your village ten years there will only be two men alive in it the druggist and nwself." 'Doctor," cried the farmer, his face brightening, for he was a genuine Yankee, Yan-kee, "make me the undertaker of the village. Business is business." Neiv York Star. x |
