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Story 245
Joe Schmoe
Joe Schmoe used to go, a-fishing for shad roe. That is,
until he was struck by an ice floe, then he opted to hunt for
roe, both hind and doe. Soon though, he got shot smack in
the elbow, with an arrow.
After this he gave hunting a r re es st t, , to stick to that which he
knew b be es st t: mow grass, hoe soil, so seeds, and grow plants –
such as tobacco, tomato, and potato. But again he was
beset by woe: this time a common crow, pecked off his big
toe.
Change: so for sow.
Story 246
Margot and Her Beau
Margot, complained to her beau, “ Do you ever plan to marry me Moe?”
He answered, “ Although I love you so, Margot, there are many debts
that I still owe. I simply cannot afford a bottle of Bordeaux, let alone
a bungalow. However, if I should stumble across some dough, then off
to the marriage rail we shall go !”
“ Oh!” declared Margot, “ Is that so! Then heigh-ho! It is high time
you get your hat and Go!
