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MUTT AND JEFF

JEFF DID YOU READ THIS? IN EUROPE ALL YOUNG MEN ARE URGED TO GET MARRIED IN ORDER TO REPLENISH THE RACES WHICH THE PAST

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SO THEY CAN DO SOME MORE

FIGHTIN,

EH!

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MARRIED?

MUTT, I NEVER TOLD A SOUL THE REASON, BUT IF I CONFIDE IN YOU,

WILL YOU PROMISE

TO KEEP ITA SECRET?

CERTAINLY! AS YOUR BEST FRIEND AND A GENTLEMAN İ. WON'T TELL. A' SOUL!

WELL---

THE REASON I'M NOT MARRIED IS BECAUSE I HAVEN'T GOT A WIFE!

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THE DAILY SHORT STORY

MIKE'S LUCK

Mike had no money. He needed it to keep himself out of jail. The only way he knew of keeping out of jail was to go back home so he wouldn't get picked up for being a vagrant.

He shouldn't have come to Florida in the first place, but he had figured it would be much more pleasant being unemployed in Florida during the win- ter than it would in Philadelphia. Be- side, he didn't own a winter overcoat. Then, too, he figured he might be able to get work in Florida because of all the tourists down there.

He almost starved bumming his way down, but the day he landed in St. Augustine there was a cold wave and he got a job carrying oil in buckets to fill the smudge pots in citrus groves.

Gradually he worked his way south. toward Miami, living off,of fruit most- ly and sleeping in the open.- He knocked around Miami looking for work. Once he washed dishes for a meal. He saw cops lookings at him queerly. He felt self-conscious. Some day soon a cop would start asking questions. Then where would he be? He'd heard unpleasant stories about the way cops treated vagrants in Florida. He began to get scared..

Then fire started in the Everglades. He was passing a fire station and a chap called to him and asked if he wanted a job fighting a fire at thirty cents an hour? Mike said he did. A fire-fighting job couldn't last very long,

shoes and socks and underwear. He had more than nine dollars left. It was so long since he'd had any money he didn't know what to do with it. Then he remembered a bookie he'd seen operating, and he went there and gave the bookie the money and told him what horses to bet on for him. Mike knew horses pretty well.

That night he went back to the road camp. All the next week he worked, and on Saturday he returned to town. The bookie landed him $43.50. Mike thumbed through the money. It looked like his luck was running good. He added ten dollars from his weekly pay to the $43.50 and gave it to the bookie. The next week when he came in the bookie had $213.13 ready for him.

Mike looked at the money. There were two 138 in the sum. It was easy money and it was a great temptation to try and build it up. But two 13s were bad. So he stuck the money if his overalls pocket.

That night when he returned to the camp there was no smoke on the hori- zen. They told him the fire was out. Two days later he was laid off.

He counted up his capital. He had $241.50. He felt good. He wasn't hungry. He felt brown and strong. He went in town and bought himself a good looking suit of clothes. He hired a room and took a bath and shaved and put on his new clothes.

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but even if it paid him only thirty cents he could eat.

He rode out on a truck with two white men and three Negroes. There was a camp set up on a road far off the main highways. Smoke hung on the horizon.

They gave Mike a shovel, A man with a big white hat who was the boss told him where to dig. They started to dig and by six o'clock they had made a ditch, curving slightly north and south, about three feet deep. Then they went back to the camp and two long tables were spread with food. They sat down and ate. No food ever tasted better to Mike.

After supper they sat around and talked for a while, then they crawled

Then he went out. The sun was shining brightly. It was warm and clear. He walked around for awhile and tried to think what he could do. He could go back north and buy into the filling station that Joe. Dayton owned on the northern pike, would assure him of a steady thirty dollars a week. If he was careful and saved he might get a station of his own in a couple of years.

That

Then he began thinking about the horses. He knew horses. He'd always followed the races. A smart man ought to be able to turn a couple of hundred dollars' into a 'thousand in no time. Then he remembered the two 13s that had turned up. That was bad, he thought.

in beneath a canvas shelter and went· Mike sat down on a park bench and to sleep. The big man woke them be tried to work it out. First he decid- fore daylight. Mike felt stiff and ed to go north, then he decided to sore, but the food smelled good. He try the horses. A man sat down be ate as much as he could because he side him and tried to engage him in figured this job wouldn't last very conversation, but Mike paid no atten- long.

They went out and began on the ditch again. They worked all morn ing and it was hot and flies buzzed and Mike's back. ached. But he kept on working. At noon they stopped and ato again and lay around awhile The smoke was still thick in the dis tance.

tion, and after awhile the man got up and went away. It got late. Finally Mike came to a decision. He'd toss a coin. Tails he'd go north. Heads he'd try the racés.

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coin, but the pocket was empty. All He reached into his pocket for a his pockets were empty. Mike re- membered that the man who had tried A Negro told Mike that the decay to engage him in conversation had left ed stuff of the Everglades got dried out sometimes that it would burn. Mike's face. "It's those 188,"

80 hurriedly. A crooked smile came to he A fire would get going underneath the thought. "Two 18s at once is bad." ground and burn for weeks or maybe months. The only way to stop it was Newspapers.) 1.

(Copyright, 1989, By The Associated to dig a ditch around the entire arca and fill it up with water.

"How long do you 'figure this job will last?" Mike asked.

"Maybe a month," the Negro said. Mike couldn't believe it. It seem ed too good to be true. At the end of a week he was given $14.40. It seem- ed like a dream.

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The public of Kowloon are re- minded that a course of AR.P. lectures to be given in English by Mr. S. V. Boxer, B.Sc., at St. An- drew's Church Hall, Kowloon, on Mike rode in town on the truck. He Tuesdays and Fridays at 6 p.m. bought himself some new overalls and commences this evening.