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Somebody, as has been so aptly said, is always taking the joy out of life.

In illustration of this regrettable fact I am reminded of a story which was credited to the late "Private John" Allen of Mississippi, the wit of the Lower

House of Congress in which he served several terms.

One summer, Allen and several of his cronies were organizing a fishing expedition to a lake in Mississippi famous for the size and number of large-mouthed black bass it contained. They had arranged for supplies and for transportation and for a camping site. Now the personnel of the party was being completed.

"How about asking Davis to go along?" suggested one of the original organizers.

"No, sir!" stated Private John emphatically. "If Davis is invited you fellows can count me out."

"Why. I thought you liked Davis," said the prosper.

"I do like him in his proper place," explained Allen. "Ordinarily, Davis is a good citizen and good company. He's companionable, kind-hearted, genial and unselfish. He's a good Democrat and he was a brave Confederate soldier. But he wouldn't do for a trip such as this one is going to be. I've been on fishing trips with him before now where he spoiled everything. He lacks a sense of proportion."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean this: Just about the time everybody is settling down for a nice pleasant time, that fool will want to go fishing."