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Condemned ie morning had arrived. Soon footsteps would sound and then the summons to the chair. He must not falter. There must be no sign of fear. For days he had fou thinking about it. Yet every morning he awoke, thankful that it was not the morning. And every night he dozed ht against off, sad that another day had gone. But now the morning had arrived. Outside the sun was shining. He knew that. Men went about their work just as if it were any other If any had heard of his or tten. A few loved ones remembered, but they were pow- erless to help him, And always the thought of that chair—but a few feet away, JUDGE The golf bug who reverted to type. Providing that international air so much desired nowadays. He might have escaped, for a time at least. Yet in his heart he had known that sooner or later he must come to it. What a fool he had been to yield himself up so soon, What would he not have given for a week uf respite now, or a di hour. Yor even an He must stop thinking about thot chair. It was fast’ unnerving him. His heart was thumping painfully. He must get hold of himself. He must not seem a coward, His feet must not falter on that short walk. He must not hang back. Courage—that was all that was left, Steps! Did he hear them? He lis tened intently. Yes, he heard them coming. A wild impulse to run seized him, though he knew it was impos sible. The chair! A stiff upper lip and it would soon be over. The attendant towered over him =s he sat there. “Doctor is ready for you now,” she s. “An extraction, I bx lieve?” —Samvet James Practical Necessity Over the spreading chestnut tree The village smithy flies, He’s taken ion up Like lots of other guys. He's doing loops and other stunts, He's wise as he can be Because he always does his stunts Above the chestnut tree. So far he’s had a lot of luck, And nothing has gone wrong; He packed his horseshoes in a crate And brought them all along. --R. C. O'Bries oe comicbooks.com