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Monday, November 10, 1924.
■MWijp: THE EVIL
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■rorgeu aimer from nry Tamer, beg
ging me, if I found It In any way
possible, to listen to Oliver Hil
ditch’s proposals, and hinting guard
edly at a very serious financial
crisis which it was in his power to
avert. It never occurred to me or
to my chaperon to question his bona
fldes. He had lived under the same
roof as my father, and knew all the
intimate details of his life. He was
fool. very * ^clever I remember and I suppose thinking I I was a
was
doing quite a heroic action when I
went to the registrar with him.
What it led to yon know.”
There was a moment’s throbbing
silence. Francis, .notwithstanding
his deep pity, was conscious of an
overwhelming sensation of relief.
She had never cared for Oliver Hil
ditch! She had never pretended
to! He put the thought into words.
“You never cared for him, then?
"I tried to,” she replied simply,
“but I found h impossible. Within
a week of our marriage I hated
b 1 ™-”
Francis leaned , back, , ,. his eyes half
closed. I® hi® ears was the sonor
ous roar of Piccadilly, the hooting
of motorcars, close at hand the rus
tling of a faint wind in the elm trees,
It was a wonderful moment.
nightmare with which he had grap
pled so fiercely, which he had over
thrown* but whose ghost still some
times walked by his side, had lost
its chief and most poignant terror,
She had been tricked into the mar
rlage. She had never cared or pre
tended to care. The primal horror
of that tragedy which he had fig
ured so often to himself, seemed to
have departed with the thought. Its
shadow must always remain, but in
time his conscience would acquiesce
■ in the pronouncement of his reason.
It was the hand of justice, not any
human hand, which had slain Oliver
Hilditch.
“What did your father say when
he discovered the truth?” he asked.
“He did not know it until he came
to England on the day that Oliver
Hilditcli was acquitted. My hus
band always pretended that he had
a special mail bag going out to
South America, so he took away all
the letters I wrote to my father,
and he took care that I received
none except one or two which I
know now are forgeries. He had
friends in South America himself
who helped him—one a typist in my
father’s office, of whom I discovered
rSatter. afterwards—but that really doesn’t
He was a wonderful mas
ter of deceit.”
Francis suddenly took her hands.
He had an overwhelming desire to
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“Let Us Talk About Ourselves" He
Whispered.
escape from the miasma of those
ugly days, with .their train of. at
tendant thoughts and speculations.
“Let us talk about ourselves," he
whispered.
Rolls-Royce Presently they saw Sir Timothy’s
glide up to the front
door below and Sir Timothy himself
enter the house, followed by another
man whose appearance was some
how familiar.
There was a knock at the door.
Hedges made his diffident appear
ance.
“I beg your pardon, sir,” he be
gan, addressing Francla. “Sir Timo
thy has been asking if you are still
here. He would be very glad If
you could spare him a moment in
the library.”
Francis rose at once to his feet.
“1 was just leaving,” he said.
“I will look in at the library and
see Sir Timothy on my way out. *»
Sir Timothy was standing upon
the hearthrug of the very wonderful
apartment which he called his li
brary.
“You asked for me. Sir Timothy,"
Francis said.
Sir Timothy smiled. ~~
"I was fortunate to find that you
had not left,” he answered. “I want
you to be present at this forthcom
ing Interview. You are to a certain
extent In the game. I thought It
might amuse you. *>
Francis for the first time wi;s
aware that his host was not alone.
The room, with its odd splashes of
light, was full of shadows, and he
■aw now that in an easy-chair a lit
tle distance away from Sir Timo
thy. a glrLwas seated. Behind her.
still standing, with his hat in Tils
hand, was a man. Francis recog
nized both with surprise.
<« Miss H.vslop!” lie exclaimed.
She nodded a little defiantly. Sir
Timothy smiled.
“Ah!” he said. u You know the
young lady, without a doubt. Mr.
Shopland, your coadjutor'in various
works of philanthropy, you recog
nize, of course? I do not mind con
fessing to you, Ledsam, j:hat I am
very much afraid of Mr. Shopland.
I am not at all sure that he has not
a warrant for my arrest in his
pocket. >*
The detective came a little fur
ther into the light. He was attired
In an ill-fitting dinner suit, a soft
fronted shirt of unpleasing design,
a collar of the wrong shape, and a
badly arranged tie. He seemed,
nevertheless, very pleased with him
self.
“i came on here, Mr. Ledsam,’ at
sir Timothy's desire,” he skid. “I
should like you to understand,” he
added, with a covert glance of warn
mg, “that I have been devoting
every effort, during the last few
days,, to the discovery of your
friend’s brother, Mr. Reginald Wll
more.”
“i am very glad to hear it," Fran
els replied shortly. “The boy’s
brother is one of my greatest
friends. »
“j have come to the conclusion,”
the detective pro: uneed, “that the
young man has b an abducted, and
] S being detainee! at The Walled
House against his will for som-e I!!e
% n \ purpose.”
“in other respects,” Sir Timothy
sat<1 ’ stretching out his hand to
ward a cedar-wood box of cigarettes
an ? selecting one, "this man seems
1 u * te sanp - I have watched him
ver - !( /losel.v on . the of way here, but I
co “ ' see no signs mental aber
ration. I do not think, at any rate,
that he is dangerous, -
hlr -timotny, Shopland ex
plained, with some anger in his
tone, “declines to take me seriously.
I can of course apply for a search
warrant, as I shall do, but it oc
curred to me to be one of those
cases which could be better dealt
with, up to a certain point, without
recourse to the extremities of the
law.”
Sir Timothy, who had lit hi* ciga
rette, presented a wholly undis
turbed front.
“What I cannot quite understand,”
lie % said, “is the exact meaning of
that wmrd ‘abduction.’ Why should
I be suspected of forcibly removing
a harmless and worthy young man
from his regular avocation, and, as
you term it, abducting him, which I
presume means keeping him bound
and gagged and imprisoned? I do
not eat young men. I do not’ even
care for the society of young men.
I am not naturally a gregarious per
son, but I think I would go so far,
he added, with a bow toward Miss
Hyslop, “as to say that I prefer the
society of young women. Satisfy my
curiosity, therefore, I byg of you.
For what reason do you suppose
that I have been concerned in the
disappearance of this Sir. Reginald
Wilmore?”
Francis opened his Ups. hut Shop
land, with a warning glance, in
tervened.
“I work sometimes as a private
person, sir,” lie said, “but it is not
to t»e forgotten that I am an officer
of the law. It is not for us to state
motives or even to afford explana
tions for our behavior. I have
watched your house at Hatch End,
Sir Timothy, and I have come to
the conclusion that unless you are
willing to discuss tills matter with
me in a different spirit, I am Justi
fied in asking the magistrate for
a search warrant.” /
Sir Timothy sighed.
“Mr. Ledsam,” he said, "I think,
after all, that yours is The most in
teresting end of this espionage busi
ness. It is you who search for mo
tives, is it not, and pass them on to
our more automatic frien.?, who
does the rest. May I ask, have you
supplied the motive in the present
case?”
“I have failed to discover any mo
tive at all for Reginald Wllmore’s
disapp«iranee.” Francis admitted,
“nor have I at any time been able
to connect you, with it. Mr. Shop
land’s efforts, however, although he
has not seen well to take me Into
his entire confidence, have my warm
est approval and sympathy. Al
though I have accepted your very
generous hospitality, Sir Timothy, I
think there has been no misunder
standing between us on this mat
ter.
“Most correct,” Sir Timothy mur
mured. The trouble seems to be,
so far as I am concerned, that no
one will tell me exactly of what I
am suspected? I am to give Mr.
Shopland the run of my house, or
he will make Ms appearance in the
magistrate’s court and the evening
papers will have placards with mar
velous headlines at my expense.
How will it run, Mr. Shopland—
" ‘MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE
OF A YOUNG GENTLEMAN.
MILLIONAIRE S HOUSE
TO BE SEARCHED. » •»
i We do not Necessarily acquaint
the press with our procedure,” Shop
land rejoined.
"Nevertheless,” Sir Timothy con
tinued, "I have known awkward
consequences arise from a search
warrant too rashly applied for or
granted. However, we are scarcely
being polite. So far, Miss Hyslop
has had very little to say.”
The yonng lady was not alto
gether at her ease.
“I have had very little to say,”
she repeated, “because I did not ex-
GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
peer *o won.ac«.
Sir Timothy drew a letter from
hla pocket, opened It and adjusted
his eyeglass.
"Here we are.” he said, 'After
leaving my dinner-party tonight, 1
called at the club and found this'
note. Quite an Inviting little af
fair, you see—young lady’s writing,
faint but very- delicate perfume, ex
cellent stationery, Milan Court—
the home of adventures I”
Dear Sir Timothy Brast:
Although I am not known to you
personally, there Is a certain matter
concerning which information hat
come into my possession, which I
should like to discuss with you.
Will you call and see me as soon as
possible?
Sincerely yours.
DAISY HYSLOP.
<1 On receipt of this note,” Sir
Timothy continued, folding it up, “I
telephoned to the young lady, and
as I was fortunate enough to find
her at home I asked her to come
here. I then took the liberty of in
troducing myself to Mr, Shopland,
whose interest in my evening has
been unvarying, and whose unin
vited company I have been com
pelled to bear with, and suggested
that, as I was on my way back to
Curzon street, he had better come
In and have a drink and tell me
what it was all about. I arranged
that he should find Miss Hyslop
here, and for a person of observa
tion, which I flatter myself to be. It
was easy to discover the Interesting
fact that Mr. Shopland and Miss
Daisy Hyslop were %iot strangers.
Now tell me, young lady,” Sir Timo
thy went on. “You sec, I have
placed myself entirely In your
hands. Never mind the presence of
these two gentlemen. Tell me ex
actly what you wanted to say to
me?”
“The matter is of no great im
portance,” Miss Hyslop declared, “in
any case I should not discuss it be
fore these two gentlemen.”
“Don’t go for a moment, please, »»
Sir Timothy begged, as she showed
signs of departure. “Listen. I want
to make a suggestion to you. There
is an impression abroad that I was
interested in the two young men,
Victor Bidlake and Fairfax, and
that I knew something of their quar
rel. Y'ou were an intimate friend
of young Bidlake’s and presumably
in his confidence. It occurs to me,
therefore, that Mr. Shopland might
very well have visited in search
of information, linking me up with
that unfortunate affair. Hence your
little note to me.”
Miss Hyslop rose to her feet. She
had the appearance of being very
angry indeed.
“Do you mean to insinuate—”
she began.
"Madam, I insinuate nothing,
Sir Timothy interrupted sternly. *‘I
only desire to suggest this. You are
a young lady whose manner of liv
ing, I gather, le to a certain extent
precarious. It must have seemed
to you a likelier source of profit to
withhold any information you might
have to give at the solicitation of a
rich man, than to give it free gratis
and for nothing to a detective. Now
am I right? »»
Miss Hyslop turned towards the
door. She had the air of a person
who had been entirely misunder
stood.
I wrote you out of kindness, Sir
Timothy,” she said in an aggrieved
manner. •. I shall have nothing
more to say on the matter—to you,
at any rate.”
Sir Timothy sighed. ^
“You see,” he said, turning to the
others, “I have lost my chance of
conciliating a witness. and My check
book remains locked up she has
gone over to your side.”
She turned around suddenly.
“You know that you made Bobby
Fairfax kill Victor!” she almost
shouted.
Sir Timothy smiled in triumph.
My dear young lady,” he begged,
“let us now be friends again. I de
sired to know your trump card. For
that reason I fear that I have been
a little brutal. No; please don’t
hurry away. You have .shot your
bolt. Already Mr. Shopland is tyrn
ing the thing over in his mind. Was
I lurking outside that night,' Mr.
Shopland, to guide that young man’s
flabby arm? He scarcely seemed
man enough for a murderer, did he,
when he sat quaking on that stool
in Soto’s bar while Mr. Ledsam tor
tured him? I beg you again not to
hurry, Miss H.vslop. At any rale
wait while my servants fetch you a
taxi. It was clouding over when I
came in. We may even have
thunderstorm.
“I want to get out of this house,”
Daisy Hyslop declared.. “I think
you are horrible. Mr. Ledsam did
oehave like a gentleman when he
came to see me, and Mr. Shopland
asked questions civilly. But you—”
she added, turning round to Sir
Timothy.
“Hush, my dear,” he interrupted,
holding out his hand. “Don’t abuse
me. I am not angry with you—not
in the least—and I am going to
prove it. I shall oppose any search
warrant which you might apply for,
Mr. Shopland, and I think I can
oppose' it with success. But I invite
you two, Miss Hyslop and Mr. Led
sam, to my party on Thursday
night. Once under my roof you
shall have carte blanche. Yon can
wander where you please, knock on
the walls for secret hiding places,
stamp upon the floor for oubliettes.
Upstairs or down, the cellars and
the lofts,-the grounds and the park,
the whole of my domain is for you
from midnight on Thursday until
four o’clock. What do you say, Mr.
Shopland? Does my offer satisfy
you? ■
The detpetH* hesitated. ]
h I shoultf prefer an invitation for
myself,” he declared bluntly,
ssir '‘Alas, Timothy shook his head.
my dear Mr. Shopland,” he
regretted, “that is impossible! If I
had only myself to consider I would
not hesitate. Personally I like you.
You amuse me more than anyone I
have met for a long time. But tw
fortunately I have m.v guests to con
sider! You must be satisfied with
Mr, Ledsam's report. •*
Shopland stroked his stubby mus
tache. It was obvious that he was
not: in the least disconcerted.
“There are three days between
now an <L then,” he reflected.
During those three days, of
coarse,” Sir Timothy said dryly, "l
»ha" do my best to obliterate au
(To be continued)
Our Daily Story
Back to the Indian
Camp
By MYRA CURTIS LANE
"What do you think, Millyl
There’s an Indian girl coming to I
tench school in Millport next term.
Site’s got u room with Mrs. Briggs
Sure, a real Indian.'' ___. .
Doris Fawn was a full-blooded
Indian from a western reservation.
Site had been adopted by a mission
ary and brought east, and after his
death had qualified herself for
teaching. ..She retuined only misty
memories of the old days on the
reservation, of the blanketed bucks
and squaws, of the tribal ceremo
nies. And if sometimes strange
longings Stirred in her heart site
remembered that she had adopted
the ways of the whites.
And they had always treated her
as one of themselves. Pretty Doris
Fawn, with her dark hair and
dusky skin, wherever she went was
a subject of curiosity and sympa
thy. Mrs. Briggs’ motherly heart
went out to the girl; siie could not
do enough for her.
Dickson, the senior trustee, had
promised her the position when the
term began. Mrs. Dickson also took
a motherly interest in her. The
interest of the son, Harry Dickson,
was not motherly. He contrived
many a meeting with her, until the
girl’s heart responded. She fell
passionately in love with the white
man. He was a hero to her.
She was to remember all her life
with bitter sweetness those stolen
meetings in the woods. All through
that warm, bright summer they met
as lovers, unsuspected by anyone.
It was not until 'September was ap
proaching that Harry found him
self unable to meet* her as before.
Pressure of business, he explained.
But still the girl, with her wild
nature lurking in her. frequented
the woods where Harry and she had
been so happy. She ioved to He in
the sunshine and dream of him and
of the days when he could meet her
freely and ask her to become his
wife. And that was how she hap
pened to see Harry and Mary Pur
cell strolling along the same paths
arm in arm.
“Harry, are you sure you love me
truly?” Mary asked.
And Doris Fawn concealed her
self like her wild namesake, in the
heart of the woods.
“Because, you know, there’s been
some talk about you and that In
dian girl," Mary went on. “You
were seen on walks together.”
Absurd!” said Harry. “I don’t
mind telling you, Mary, I did fall
for her a little. She is an at
tractive little thing. But that was
before I came to care for you. And
an Indian—why, that’s just what
made it safe for me to jolly the
girl. She knew I could never be se
rious.”
Doris Fawn heard it all with an
incredulous face. She knew he
could never be serious! He whose
child she was to bear, he whom she
had meant to tell, so that they could
be married, and he could protect
her! Suddenly she saw the trap
that she had fallen Into. The race
gulf that could not be crossed
opened before her.
‘‘Yes, that’s really too absurd,
Mary,” continued Harry. “As a mat
ter of fact, I’ve been getting a llttlG
tired of the girt. She made a
nuisance of herself running after
me.”
“And you do love me, dear?” *
“With all my heart, Mary?” They
kissed.
And Doris Fawn crouched in the
thicket, sobbing heartbrokenly.
After a while she crept out. Un
consciously she had adopted once
more the Indian walk, the Indian
demeanor* All that had been su
perficially white in her was gone,
She made her way toward the rali
roa( l station.
“Running up to town, Miss
Fawn?” asked the smiling ticket
agent,
Doris assented.
* * * * * * *
(,n a reservation , in the far West
^ ou nia Y see a stolid, blanketed In
i’ ou mu Y see a stolid, blanketed In
“ er husband’s shack. She has ae
fi ulr f ci the repulsiveness of her race
e a £ e - A swarm of
children j play about her. The
eldest, partly white, is growing to
mnnhood. When the missionary
stands in front of her she looks up
a grunt.
* ea > sae " as educated In the
<l,ln f a8t , wa but v * pllose an< ^ B^ t0 e >” come tbe back missionary to In
; ‘ibey are at heart alwnya
uns - “ 8 almost impossible to
Dla , e white , people out of them,
”
<«. mm. Wmtsrn wswwsr union.)
Uncharted Rock* Are
Terror to Mariners
Uncharted rocks and islands of
the sea have mysterious ways of
dodging and befooling niapmakers.
Sometimes they are dangerous.
One of the worst. Lamb rock,
was found about thirty years ago
coming straight up to the surface
in water 200 feet deep. It was like
n cathedral spire and rose Canadiar straight
into tlie middle of the
liner lane in the St. Lawrence
river. In calm weather its tip was
33 feet below the surface. This Ii
a bare margin of safety, but In
rough weather the rock was a lurk
ing peril to any big ship that might
come along.
The Avocet rock, In the southern
end of the Red sea, also stands in
the middle of the steamer lane to
India. The steomer Avocet struck
It and sank In 104 fathoms. It
looked like pure carelessness on the
part of the captain.
The British vessel Flying Fish
was sent' to investigate. It could
find no trace of any rock. Then an
other ship, the Teddington, sank at
the same place. Another British
vessel went to Investigate, and it,
too. could find nothing. Then a
third vessel nosed about in the vi
cinity for six weeks with equal tit
HUCC0RS.
Finally H. M, 8. Stork made an
Investigation and located the rock
only three hundred yard* from the
place where fone The of lta rock predecessor*
had an . waa cov
ered by a bare fifteen feet of
at low tide.
SHOOTS OUT EYES
OF WIFE’S LOIR
Fort Valley, Nov. 10.—James
W. McKenzie, 26, member of a
prominent family of Montezuma,
shot out the eyes of Wander An
derson, garage proprietor, also of
Montezuma, Sunday when he
found him in company with Mrs.
McKenzie in this city.
McKenzie ascertained that An
derson was paying some attention
to Mrs. McKenzie, so he trailed
them to Fort Valley “to investi
gate the situation” for himself,
as he explained it.
He said he had heard various
reports concerning the attentions
of Anderson to Mrs. McKenzie.
Takes Shotgun With Him.
Although he possessed only one
arm, McKenzie took along a short
barreled shotgun.
After arriving in this city Mc
Kenzie parked his automobile a
block away from the home where
Mrs. McKenzie was rooming.
He waited.
A half hour after Anderson en
tered Mrs. McKenzie left the
house in company with Anderson,
he says.
It was then that McKenzie
drove up to the side of the An
derson car and addressing his
wife, is said to have remarked,
14 I’d like to see you minute. >>
a
Words' Passed. ,
Some words were passed with
and McKenzie says that
thought Anderson made a
as if to pull a pistol.
McKenzie leveled his shotgun
the weapon was discharged
pulling the trigger and hold
ing the gun with his Sne good
arm.
Two shots were fired, bothing
taking effect in Anderson’s eyes.
Mrs. McKenzie Screams.
Mrs. McKenzie screamed and
begged her husband, from w r hom
she is separated, not to shoot.
He made no effort to shoot her,
however
Immediately after the shooting
McKenzie calmly drove to police
headquarters where he gave him-’
self up.
Willi Be Blind.
Local doctor^ who attended An
dersbn said that he would lose
both eyes and they feared that
his life was in danger.
They placed Anderson in an au
tomobile and rushed him to the
Clinic Hospital in Macon.
Self Defense Claimed.
a One of us had to die,” said
McKenzie last night when placed
in the Houston' county jail.
McKenzie indicated that Ander
son had treated him rough for
many months, the trouble dating
back prior to April of this year
when Mrs. McKenzie, one of the
prettiest young women of the
county, left him.
»< Anderson was to blame for it
all,” said McKenzie. “He broke
Up my home.. f*
I went to him and asked him
to stay away and the last time I
saw him he said that if we met
again one of us would have to
die.
We met.
<> I didn’t kill him, but he would
have killed me if he had had a
chance. ' j
WILLING TO HELP
A clergyman chose for his text
the following verse: Which of
you will go up with me to
moth Gilead? n
Then, pausing, he again
again repeated the words.
At last a sailor started
his seat and, looking around
with eyes full of indignation,
claimed :
“Will none of you go with
gentleman? Then, hang it, I’ll
myself. »»
REJOICING IN SONG
it What did Noah do when
ark landed?” asked the teacher.
• “T don’t know what Noah did,
answered the rough pupil. “But
I had been in bis place I’d
called all hands to join in
choyus of “It Ain’t Goin' to
No More.” *
Governor’s Chair on Tuei 1
Dentist’s Chair on Wi im
Wife’s Birthday Tl j
on
.........-.....—
New York, Nov. 10,—To be
flashed on the screen before the
eyes of the world as the miracle
man of modern politics on Tues
day, to sit Wednesday suffering
from a dentist's drill and Thurs
day celebrating a wife's birthday
looks like a tremendous job, but
Governor Smith got away with it
with a smile.
The governor would not permit
public tribute to interfere with
private celebration of his wife’s
birthday.
Busy Day.
It was a busy day with the gov
ernor and his wife. Mrs. Smith
knew what days after an election
meant so she surrendered the gov
ernor to his political friends and
went her own way.
The most interesting feature for
her has been opening the hundreds
FIVE LESS DIVORCES IN
GEORGIA IN 1923 THAN
IN THE PREVIOUS YEAR
Washington, Nov. 10.—The de
partment of commerce announces
that, according to returns receiv
ed, there were in the United
States, for the calendar year 1923,
1,223,825 marriages performed
and 165,139 divorces granted. For
the calendar year 1922, 1,129,045
marriages and 148,815 divorces
were reported.
In Georgia there were 2,136
more marriages in 1923 than in
1922 and five less divorces.
In 1923, 37,959 marriages were
performed in Georgia; in 1922
there were 35,823 marriages.
Divorces in 1923 numbered 1,-
828; in 1922 there were 1,833.
V* m shifting
In
SSL Buick gear.,
only a touch on
the clutch pedal
is needed. Buick’u
clutch is the multiple
disc type. It costs
considerably more
than the single-plate
clutch still used oh
many cars*--but
Buick engineering i «
ill spares no expense
to eliminate fatigue
from driving. Buick
is easy to drive .
SLATON MOTOR COMPANY
C-, W. SLATON, Prop.
109 East Solomon St. Phone 680
When better automobiles nre t.Ut, Buick will build 'them
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Of letters and telegra
husband and herself, c<
iating them upon the mi
the governor had »
political precedent.
"I’ve had lots of w
presents from my hus
band and my friends,” Mrs. Smith
said, “but I have never had such
a wonderful gift as this public
expression of confidence in the
nmn I married.
“A Wonderful Man.”
“Of course I always knew h
was a wonderful man and
some day people would find it out,
but I didn’t know it would be as
open a secret as it proved to be
Tuesday. Believe me, I am happy ”
Governor Smith and his family
went to a show and had a gTand
time. If he had been beaten
would have done the same 1
which is one of the reasons why
he is so hard to beat.
INSULTING A RHEUMATIC ?•
<* Doctor Slash is a booby,”
growled old Riley Rezzidew, of
Petunia. “He don’t know any ' '< v-t
more than a barrel of hair.”
«i He cured your rheumatiz,
didn’t he?” asked Squire Peavy.
Eh-yah. But—dod-darn
he says rheumatiz gener’ly at
tacks folks that eat too much,
and— blast his fool hide—I ain’t
ett more than I wanted for fif
teen years or so. :
NATURALLY
Teacher—Why, is a giraffe’s
! neck so long ?
Smart Sammy — Because its
head is such a long way from its
body.