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"Oh, yassuh", said the other. "Pappy's gone".

"An' yore sistuh Mary, didn't she die of de numonie?"

"Uh huh. Maiy's gone".

"An'yore brothe' Joe, didn't he git stabbed an' die in de hosipital?"

"Yeh, brothe's under de sod".

"Well", said the other, wonderingly'; "Doan you call them things bad luck?"

"Yessuh", said the other. "It's sho is bad luck. But it's THEIR bad luck, it ain't MAH bad luck. Ah'm all right".

Gus Hooverflies To San Francisco

A. L. "Gus" lloover, Los Angeles, made the three-hour air trip from Los Angeles to San Francisco, August 28, in a Western Air Express tri-motored Fokker, in order to catch the night train to Scotia. where it rvas necessary for him to be on the morning of the 29th.