Not A Center Rush

A g-ood story is told of a lazy and loquacious farmer whose farm lies just outside Worcester. He called at aneig-hbor'srecently. "Sit down, sit down!" exclaimed the neighbor. "I don't know as r ought," replied the farmer; out nevertheless he satdown. After some talk about the crops and the value of an piece of ground the farmer said, slowly "I don't know as I ought to be sitting here. I carne over to sec if I could gct a ladder; our house is afire."