The other day Adam approached Peter at the pearly gates and said:
“I should very much like, Peter, to get a pass the first of the year to
revisit my old haunts on earth.”
“Nothing doing, Adam. You started too much trouble down there when you
were a young man.”
“Aw, Pete, be a good sport and let me go.”
“What do you want to go down there for anyhow?”
“I want to turn over a new leaf.”
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Gus, our hired man, one of those lucky birds that had imbibed rather too
freely of the sacred liquid, had fallen into a watering trough. When I
tried to help him as he floundered about, he said: “Offzer, I ken save
m’self, you save the womin’n shildern.”
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