at the wind-up of the June carnival, while
he, twice a rescuer, a friend in a pinch,
was drifting helplessly out upon the dark
night-waters of the Bowl, trying to paddle
with his hands, within hearing of the
festive dance music, until some good Samaritan
from his own shore rowed out and
gave him a homeward tow.

But all this, as the girl passionately
told herself, was an everyday trick,-just
a paper pellet thrown at one beside
the overwhelming blow of the loss of her
father's record.

And he who could quote Shakespeare
upon "Something rotten in the state of
Denmark", amid the horrors of a zero
train-wreck, who "liked his excitement
warm ", had a sense of humor.

True humor is never without a sense
of proportion.

It knows where to stop.

But if the nickum was not the thief,
-who then?

Ta-te, the tempest--otherwise the
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