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Story 298

Not to Be Foiled

Thanksgiving dinner was a thankless toil. The

potatoes had to be cleaned of soil, the turkey
wrapped in aluminum foil, the salad mixed with

vinegar and olive oil, and the gobbler put into the

oven to broil.

However, minutes after Miss Doyle, put the potatoes in

water to boil, we discovered that our dinner plans would

spoil, because her oven had a broken heating coil.

Nevertheless, not a single guest minded the turmoil, nor

was the least bit roiled, for we went to McDonald's and ate

Mc Chicken sandwiches royal.

Story 299

Hard-earned Coins

In summer a bricklayer might wear just a terry cloth
around his loins, pinned together where one fold with

another conjoins.

On corners where one row of bricks and another adjoin,

he alone must place a cornerstone called a quoin.

Now the heavy quoin, might pull a muscle in his groin,

but Local # 1 of De Moines – the union which he'd like

to join – insists this be how he earn his coin.