Hindsight


Mike, the hod-carrier, was still somewhat fuddled when he arose Monday

morning, with the result that he put on his overalls wrong side to; with

the further result, that he was careless while mounting the ladder later

with a load of bricks, and fell to the ground. As he raised himself into

a sitting position, a fellow workman asked solicitously:



"Are yez kilt intoirly, Mike?"



Mike, with droop
ng head, stared down dully at the seat of his overalls,

and shook his head.



"No," he declared in a tone of awe, "I'm not kilt, but I'm terrible

twisted."



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A rustic visitor to the city made a desperate run for the ferry boat as

it was leaving the slip. He made a mighty leap, and covered the

intervening space, then fell sprawling to the deck, where he lay stunned

for about two minutes. At last he sat up feebly, and stared dazedly over

the wide expanse of water between boat and shore.



"Holy hop-toads!" he exclaimed in a tone of profound awe. "What a jump!"



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