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credit for fifty thousand dollars, and I start
off determined to have a good time. On the
way down the bay, my wife says to me ‘Aren't
you afraid the house may be struck by lightning
while we are gone?’ Pooh-pooh! ‘But aren't
you afraid there will be a war and Boston will
be bombarded?’ Pooh-pooh! ‘But aren't you
afraid that when we are in the heart of Hungary
or somewhere you will get the Asiatic plague, and
I shall be left unable to speak the language?’ Pooh-pooh!
On the morning of the fourth day out there is a
terrific explosion and I find myself floating about in
the middle of the Atlantic with my letter of credit safe
in my breast pocket. I say to myself, my pooh-
pooh argument broke down that time sure enough,

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