§ 186 A Peacemaker Who Blessed Himself
The proprietor of a drug store in a small Indiana town was issuing from the front door of his place when a small boy came tearing ’round the corner at top gait with his head down and butted squarely into him.
“Hey, kid!” demanded the druggist. “What’s the matter?”
“I’m tryin’ to keep two boys from gittin’ into a fight,” panted the youngster.
“Who are the boys?” asked the druggist.
“I’m one of ’em.”