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My Cute Horse You’re going to give me a raise for this head. Divine wrath strikes city. Casey. The moving finger writes and having writ spells Cameron. Omar Khayyam and Casey. No no that’s not it yes I know. Here it is. My garden. When fertilized with vitamin X the pansies turn their little faces laughingly to the sun. No wonder mine have been frowning. I use vitamin P. Oh it don’t make sense. Hitler wants to play London Bridge is falling down. Cameron’s dumb henchman commits murder. And you worry about the facial expressions up pansies. What happened to this. Exhibit A. Pringle and the good citizens have been trying to get of Cameron for years. I had a call. Sammy? Cameron. Hello, boys. Just happened to be in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop in for a nightcap. We’re as dry as Kansas. I’ll send the boys over with some of my private stock. Bourbon or rye? No drink. Ulcers. Well I gotta be moving along. Game Claustrophobia? Game Yes. Unhappy in tight places. Nice seeing you again, Bob. We haven’t had a chat for a long three months four days six hours seven hours you forget daylight saving. Incidentally you really helped me out with that sewage story. The switch in contracts came a little bit late but I always like to see the right man get the job and keep it. How’s your wife? Okay and my son’s alright too. Oh that’s fine. He must be old enough to play basketball now. Next year. Too bad about that basketball player from Spring Valley committing suicide tonight. Suicide? Game Hadn’t you heard? Game No. Well it’s a good thing I tipped you off. I always like to take care of the Globe. The publisher’s a pal of mine. Yes before I came to town for the first time. Lost all his money gambling. Was afraid to go back home. Too bad but you know how those things happen. I don’t but our publisher does. I hear you’ve become quite a gardener. I wouldn’t take it too seriously. It might interfere with your job. Good night, Bob. Remember me to your wife. Someday I’m going to print the truth. And then I’ll have nothing to do but grow the biggest asters in Newburgh.