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ba rgain.”
The traveler handed over his nionev
and Sandy handed over the pistol: but
no sooner had the man secured the gun
than he turned it point-blank at Sandy,
and said:
“ Now, sir, I want you to give me
back the money you have taken from
me, or I ’ll blow vour brains out.”
Sandy looked at the traveler for a few
seconds with a canny Scotch smile, and
slowly replied: “ You may blow away:
there’s no pouther in it.”
A N A G E D EGG
At a political function some time since,
a commuter was speaking of his suburban
home and expatiating on the great ad
vantage of having a daily supply of fresh
eggs, when Governor Fielder of New
Jersey broadly smiled. He said he was
reminded of the experience of a party
named Smith in a North Jersey cafe.
Smith according to the Governor, ram
bled into the grubberv one day, ordered
a boiled egg, and then unrolled a paper
napkin with beautiful expectancy.
Eventually the egg was served, but
hardly had the Smith party hurled him
self against the lunch before there was a
yelp in his direction that sounded like
real indignation.
“ Come here, waiter,” he called, in an
expressive voice, ' take this egg at once! ”
Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” responded the