Volume 1, Number 2
One time in a little farming town in the White River valley, where about everybody went to town on Saturdays to transact their week's business, a tourist arrived on Monday to find the town apparently deserted. After glancing up the main street of the village he spied three "old timers" sitting on nail kegs on an old store 'porch smoking their pipes. He soon brought his limousine to a stop in front of the store and the men where in a boisterous voice he asked:
"Hey fellows! How long has this town been dead?" Where upon one old timer answered, "Oh, not long, your the first darned buzzard that's showed up.
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