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Shorthcnded in Hecrven?

Charlca Russell, the great Montana cowboy'artist-writer, died long ago when he was juet completing a book of reminiscences and picturcs, called "Plowed Under."

Since he waE a near and dear friend of Will Rogers, it was suggested to Will that it would hclp the book a lot if he would write an introduction to it. The kindly humoriet wrote one in the form of a letter addressed to his friend Russell, addresg heaven, and it was printed in the front of the book like this:

"Dear Charlic: There ain't much news here to tell you. You know the Big Boes gent a hand over and got you 8o quick I gucss He must have needed a good man prety bad. I hear they been workin' short-handed over t'here pretty much all the time, I guess it's hard for Him to get hold of good men. Gosh, they are just gettin' Ecarce everywhere.

"I bet you hadn't been up there three days until you got out your old pencil and was drawin' something funny about some of the old cowpunchers. I'll bet you Mark Twain, old Bill Nye, and Whitcomb Riley and a whole bunch of those old joshers was just a-waitin' for you to pop in with the latest ones. What kind of a bird is Washington and Jefrerson? I bet they are regular fellows when you meet'cm, ain't they? Most big men are.

"I would like to see the bunch that gathers 'round you the first time you tell the one about puttin' the Limburger cheese in the'old nester's whiskers. Don't tell that one, Charley, until you get Abe Lincoln around you; he'd love that. I bet you and him kinda throw in together when you get acquainted. Darn it, when I get to thinkin' of all them top hands up there, if I could just hold a horse wranglin' job with them, I wouldn't mind followin' that wagon myself.

"You will run into my old Dad up there, Charley, for he was a real cowhand, and I bet he's runin' a wagon; and you will pop into some well-kept ranch over there under some cool shady trees, and you will be asked to have some dinner. I bet it will be the best one you ever tasted in your life. Well, when you are thankin' the women folks, you just tell the sweet-lookin' old lady you know her boy back on an outfit you used to rope for, and tell the daughters that you knew their brother, and if you see a cute little rascal runnin' around there-kiss him for me.

"Well, can't write you no more, Charley, the damn paper's all wet; it must be rainin' in this old bunkhouse. Of course we are all just hangin' on here long as we can. I don't l<now why we hate to go, 'cause we know it's better over there. Maybe it's cause we haven't done anything that will live after we are gone .... . but, boy ! Did you climb that hurdle-and how!

"From your old friend, Will."

Irn Rhyme

A thcological student named Fiddle, Refused to accept his degree, Said he "'Tig enough to be Fiddle, Without being Fiddle D.D."

Why He Left

Employer: "Why did you leave your last poaition?"

Applicant: "Illnesg."

Employer: "What was the trouble?"

Applicant: "The boss got sick of me."

His Plcrque

He was newly rich and sclf-important, and in talking to the journalist, he was fishing for compliments.

"Do you think they will put a plaque on my house when I die?" he asked.

The journalist never hesitated. "Surely they will," he said.

"And what will they put on it?"

"Just one thing; 'House to rent.' "

Enterprise

The power to choose the work I do, to grow and have the proper view,

To know and feel that I am free, to stand erect, not bow the knee.

To be no chattel of the state' to be the master of my fate, To dare to risk, to lose, to win, to make my own career begin,

To serve the world in my own way' to gain in wisdom day by day.

With hope and zest to climb, to rise,I call that PRIVATE ENTERPRISE.

Suspicious?

"D'you know, Mrs. 'Arris, I sometimes wonder 'usband's getting tired of me?"

"Whatever makes you think that, Mrs. Higgins?"

"Well, 'e ain't been 'ome for seven years."

Time Fleeth if me

Fill the goblet, kiss the fair, For fortune smiles todaY; Where shall you be tomorrow? Where?

. Time fleeth fast away.

O, gather roses while they blow, Tomorrow's not today, Live while you can, such is my creed, Time fleeth fast awaY'-Greim.

Joubert Scdd:

' "It is not hard to KNOW God, provided you do not trouble to define IIim."