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r-HE OPFICE OV/L By - Mrs. F. L. Rollins Wouldn't this old world be better if the folks we meet would say "I knov; something good about you and then treat us that way?" , Mr. Bert Brackett decided to have a serious talk with his young son Foy about behaving in Sunday School ^ and so-forth. He said, "Foy you are getting to be a big boy now and you ought to behave in school and church, juat think if I died suddenly where would you Foy quickly spoke up, "The question is, where would you be?" You boys should see Mr. Geo. Hart's yictory garden, then you would tinderstand ■/hy the government is lifting so many the points on vegetables. He has 6 lean stalks, 5 tomato vines, 2 okra plants and 3 cantaloupe vines, I always said they sure do farm on a big scale from South Car olina, One Saturday a group of women got on ■ofy seat was already odcupied, "Doodle" Laughlin vras on the bus and :eii - Mr.. Hunt fearing that he would miss his stop at Fallston tapped isaid, "\'Jako up". Doodle opened his eyes and said" I*m not asleep". Hunt said, 'Well you had your eyes closed," "I know", replied Doodle, "I just hate to see ladies standing," An Old Colored Preacher's’Version of Being an Angel Vi/hile I keep trying to believe in heabcn, I keep wondering if any of us will eber git dar, ?/e must not envy. Must not bar false witness, and yet wo are always stretch ing de truf, V/e must not lie and yet it comcs so handy we can't help it, VYe must not steal-rji-an some of us do'nt dat is we do'nt git into a posishun to handle de funds, V»'e must not svirear; and yit what am I to do' when I whack my thum vri.th a hammer? Sing hjonns of praise? VVhen I sit down at night, pull off my butes, put my feet in the oven and git to thinking hovj hard it is to be good I become so obsorded in my thoughts dat de old wo man has to hit me on the ear vvdth a tater to bring me back to earth. Gentle men, lot us continue to try to be ajigels, but let us count on wrestling wid Satan about forty tines a day an-an being frown flat on our backs ever blessed time," A coi'tain young man asked Annie Sue Hoyle, "V/hat jirould you say if I asked you to marry mo"? Annie Sue answered very quickly, '“Nothing, I can't talk and laugh at the same time," To Our Boys In Service V7c think of- you'’so very often - And \ve*d write you every day. But there's so very little, - That seems worth while to say. It either rains or does'nt rain - It's either hot or cold, The news is all uninteresting - Or else it's all been told, Tlie only thing that matters - Is the fact that you are there, And we are here without you - And its lonesome everywhere. Vfe think about the ;vay you smile - And \ie recall your touch. And distance lends enchantment - And we all miss you very much. Hunt**s bus ajid nceroed to be as Lc his shoulder ank
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