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HE WAS RIGHT
Holding up a box of cigars the auc
tioneer shouted, "You can't get bet
ter, gentlemen. I don't care where
you go, you can't get better."
""No," came a cynical voice from
the back of the crowd, "you can't
I smoked one last week and I'm not
Neighbor's Little Girl When did
you get back, Mrs. Spruggins?
Mrs. Spruggins "Why, child, I
haven't been away.
Neighbor's Little Girl That's fun
ny. I heard mother say you and Mr.
Spruggins had been at loggerheads
or. a week. National Monthly,
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