NEVER ASK QUESTIONS IN A HURRY
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''Tom, word with you"


"Be quick, then, Pm in a hurry"


''What did you give your sick horse t'other
day 2"


''A pint of turpentne."


John hurries home and administers the same
dose to favorite charger, who, strangeto 10 say,
drops off defunct in half an hour His opinion
of his friend Toms veterinary ability is some
what staggered He meets him the next day.
"Well, Tom"


"Wel, John, what is it 2"


81 gave my horse pint Of turpentine, and it
killed him dead as julius Caesar"


$50 it did mine.'