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The Red Well-Read Reader
Story 165
It Wasn’t a Cinch
The fans thought the game would be a cinch.
But time was now running out and they began to yell, "Lynch the quarterback
. . . lynch the quarterback . . . lynch the quarterback . . . ." This made the
quarterback flinch. What a pinch he was in!
In desperation he winged a pass that flew like a finch1 that was caught
inbounds by scarcely an inch. Thus victory and the championship their team
would clinch.
1. A small bird.
Story 166
On A Binge
When the drunkard finally came home from a
drunken binge, he ripped the front door right off its
hinge. Then he tripped on the rug's fringe and hit his
head and began to twinge.
Upon his face came a ghostly tinge, and upon his wife's
face came a dis•gust•ing cringe.
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