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"WHAT THEY LAUGHED AT THEN"

It was back in the days when we had to make our own enter­ tainment, that a dramatic society headed by the local preacher were putting on a play, The script called for the preacher to shoot his opponent in the breast, who was then to fall backwards with hands on heart and cry, "Oh my God, I'm shot." The preacher insisted that the speech be watered down to, "Oh my goodness, I'm shot." Came the big night, with all in readiness, including the shotgun off stage, loaded with a pinch of powder to make a bang. Two boys, hoping to hop it up, sneaked off stage and put a shot of tomato juice down the bai rel, The preacher fired at the villain who fell back moaning "Oh my goodness, I'm shot," then noticing his shirt front was all red, jumped to his feet and screamed, "Oh you damn fool, you did shoot me."

Many of the early pioneers who got a kick out of horse trading, got an equal satisfaction when able to beat the "City Slicker." Young Geo. Armstrong who farmed South of Boissevain was driving to town one day, and worrying about a $50 note overdue on a sewing machine. He met a stranger driving a livery rig, who stopped him and asked him the road to Geo. Armstrong's. Geo. gave him instruc­ tions, and then casually remarked, "If by any chance you are going 0Ut there to collect, I have a $60 note of his that I'll sell for $2. After he received the astonishing information that the drummer held a $50 note, they tossed a coin, the winner to pay $2 for the other note. Geo. won and drove on into town followed by the stranger, with his $50 note in his pocket, and a tale to tell the boys that would keep them laughing for a long time.

In pioneer days, a man habitually checked on his neighbor's chimney. No smoke called for an investigation. So it was one day, that a bunch of the boys suddenly realized that they had seen no smoke from old Bachelor Bill's stove pipe in over a week. They drove over, and sure enough Bill was sick in bed suffering from a malady that is still politely referred to on the radio commercials. They had no hospitals, no doctors, no nurses, but they did have a thresherman's tank pump and six husky men. He recovered. No details please.

He was a newcomer from old England, just out to have a look at the "Wild West" and do a bit of hunting. He had trudged along a trail in the Turtle Mountains all day, had seen nothing to shoot, and was hot, dusty, weary and about ready to give up when he met a farmer with a load of wood. The farmer told him that. if he kept straight on for about three miles that he would come to a hill, and on the other side would find young faxes running all over the place. He grimly plodded on with his gun at the ready, and upon topping

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