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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 finch that was caught
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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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