“Tom,” said an Indiana youngster who was digging in the yard, “don’t you make that hole any deeper, or you’ll come to gas.”
“Well, what if I do? It won’t hurt.”
“Yes, ‘t will too. If it spouts out, we’ll be blown clear up to heaven.”
“Shucks, that would be fun! You an’ me would be the only live ones up there.”—I.C. Curtis.
