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Posted: 20 Jan 2010 10:14 AM PST A regiment of regulars was making a long, dusty march across the rolling prairie land of Montana last summer. It was a hot, blistering day and the men, longing for water and rest, were impatient to reach the next town. A rancher rode past. "Say, friend," called out one of the men, "how far is it to the next town?" "Oh, a matter of two miles or so, I reckon," called back the rancher. Another long hour dragged by, and another rancher was encountered. "How far to the next town?" the men asked him eagerly. "Oh, a good two miles." A weary half-hour longer of marching, and then a third rancher. "Hey, how far's the next town?" "Not far," was the encouraging answer. "Only about two miles." "Well," sighed an optimistic sergeant, "thank God, we're holdin' our own, anyhow!" |
Posted: 20 Jan 2010 10:13 AM PST One eastern railroad has a regular form for reporting accidents to animals on its right of way. Recently a track foreman had the killing of a cow to report. In answer to the question, "Disposition of carcass?" he wrote: "Kind and gentle." There was one man who had a reputation for being even tempered. He was always cross. |
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