The San Francisco call., 1906-06-03

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Let him 60" said Poole. 81 move that
Shed presents the medal. ;"
Say, look-a- here. l kick" exclaimed
Shed. 'The Parsons a friend of mine
My family go TO his church. | won't mix
up in any such business"
Poole was proposed as substitute
"He'I rub 1t in nused Shed. I'D
let the Parsen down easy"
Aloud he added. well, I'll do ii. pro-
vided that you put me on the other COM
mittee. want 10 see your blamed old
medal before l deliver it..
The proposition was accepted. Every
one was tired of the discussion and inn
pa tient for the informal hour which fol-
lowed the routine business, the hour when
all the members smoked while one toid
story. He 1t was who set up the
drinks thereby insuring the apprecia tive
atmosphere so necessary To the raconteur.
1t was shed welIman's turn that night.
When the rest OF the company were es-
tablished, with their glasses and their
pipes. he began, little hurriedIy for a
man at ease with himself and thenne
BOYS. I'm goin' to tell you a true
story. and I'll bet you'n say when / get
through it's as good as a he:''
Don't you fool yourself"'
Not by a damn sight,
'O-Oh.
Wait till get through before you
holler," Shed went on. ''XoW'N think las
a lie anyway"
This sounded more promising. A purs
of appreciation ran through the como
pany. Cit at it:' they cried.
You know Dick.'' pursued che story
teller.
.-Cussin' Diek7's they queried.
ayes. The story's about him.
Hes the feler that got dopeds" said
one.
mo. married. said anothey.
They're both the same thing" saSd
a third.
"Ge. on, Shed.'. called the rest.
Hes been actin. as foreman on my
ranch as some of you know.-You keep
stil till j get through:-And ever since
he come there my wife wouldn't go near
the ranch for fear she'd overhear some
Of his remarks. Best man ever see to
ride; round up or throw a rope! Did 1t
all with cuss words. If any of you ever
see him" Shed paused.
: We've seen him." said one
/ Heard him." corrected another.
We'll, after he got through niarryins
and unmarryin', be got religion
Dick! Religion?' shouted half a
dozen
I'm givin' it to you straight" Shed
declared. You go over to the Methodist
church Sundays, you'll see him regular
as the day comes round. Well, last
week l was ridin' along. and off in the
middle of pasture. / see Dick sittin'
his brone sayln' nothin'. Once in a
while he'd give the critter clip or a
dig with a spur. and UP would go the
brenc's heels That's as far as they d
got.
-Hullo, Dick says /, What's the
troubler He kinder laughed the way
ae does, a-humpin' his shoulders. Par
sons cut off my swearr says he, 'an' l
amt worth a-h-m-to make this h-nl
nm go, says he. We've got to get
acquainted all over says he. The
bronc thinks 1 don't mean a h-m word
/ say Well sir, that afternoon he
went in to see the parson and back he
coinei
You paraIlelipipedon" he yeils. You
isosceIes triangle.' and that brone lit out
like the devil was after him! What's
that mean, ;Dick?' says l. DO you
know? Keep STILL says he. I don't
know, but neither does the bronc He
thinks I'm cussih'. = Parsun got the
words out of the dictionary There was
lot more, but can't remember 'em ALL
Hy-potty- moose was one OF emw
The story-teller paused for recognition.
Ned Wilkins laughed appreciatiyeIy.
Those who had confidence in Ned,s abiE
ity 70 see the point laughed with him.
Wlnslow. smiled indulgently. Those to
whom he was an oracle measured their
response by -]is.
Il don't suppose it makes any difference
what, words you use If your Intentions
are good" said Barker, who had posted
his letters and returned.
! This led To- a discussion as to what ex-
pletives were inevitably. 4cuss words
! what were the. several grades and de-
! grees. ofs blasphenloirs expression, wher
swearing was commendable, when super
fiuous. what it implied on the part of the
swearer. wherein and how far it should
/ be resented by the one sworn at After.
wards they disbanded, promising t
meet at Poole and Pitchers the mex
day; and select :. design for the medal
1t. was grotesque enough TO satisfy the
most exaetns, big as a soup piates anl
Inscribed:
''To the Rev. Clement Vaughan. F. Il
II. s.. T. T.. a. s., +. r. N. s., F. G. s.
NJ. V. l., champion liar
From the Sa2erac Lying Club"
Poole and. Jones laughed themselve.
sick over II. Shed looked glufn TT.
the sort II thing. that's dreadful funn,
on The other feller." lie said. as lac shonl