The next was the wide (?) Sikanni Hill
‘About seven miles all down grade,

An orange sign on the last steep lap
This ominous warning gave.

Dangerous hill use lowest gear

Beware of slides and ice,

The chills chased up and down my spine
Like a pair of frollicking dice.

My: heart would leap with every slide
As she struck the icy spots,

Exhaust was popping out behind

Like the crack of rifle shots.

With an ice cold motor and red hot brakes
I rolled up to the pumps,

My right leg ached and trembled

And my heart went umpety thump.

The gears they growled and the motor
barked

As I steadily gave her the gun

Up the heavy drag on the other side

And on toward the sun.

At the top of One Hundred and Three
Was a scene, a joy to behold,
The trees below like flowers
And the Mountain fringed with gold.

But my gaze of wonder turned to awe

As I started down the hill,

Where there lay the battered twisted form
Of a tanker cold and still.

Two curves and a hill, two hills and a

curve
Till I struck One Fifty One,
But the sight of it's umpteen twists and

turns

My heart sank with the sun.

I'd like to tell you all of it
But space would not permit, |
But away this side of Nelson

I was scared I must admit.

I'd slipped into standard low

And started up a rise,

When over the top a great white light
Was glaring in my eyes.

T blinked my lights and blinked again
And gave him lots of space,

When IT saw it was only a playful moon
Staring me in the face.

At the Army camp at Zero

Where we stop for inspection,

The colored boys are mighty nice,
In spite of thefr complexion.

"You all got pass who vou all. for"
I showed him the printed slip,
"Dufferin Paving" I sang out

'

“Hokay boy let her rip".

When I told him how this cursed road

Had got me all upset

The colored boy grinned and rolled his
eves

"Boy you ain't seen nothin yet".

I swapped him a man sized snort of Rye
For a package of cigarettes,

Another Ninety Eight miles to Bufferin's
Was as far as I wanted to get.

I slept awhile and dumped my load
Made Dawson Creek next night

Swore I'd never pass St. John again
Without a hell of a fight.

So I pestered Tim with my tale of woe
And I though: his heart was melting,
Till he smiled at me and said "Here's a
load of gas
For Two Hundred and Ten -~------ Past
Nelson".

4 4 + 4

An athetst's wife finally talked him
tnto attending church with her for an
early morning mass on the hottest. Sunday
of the year. The man was totally tqor-
ant of all the procedures and hts wife hei
to tell him what te do at every turn.
Every other minute, she was ettner whisn-
ertng, "Kneel," or "Stand up" or "Sit
dom," or something.

Hot and trritated, the man wined his
drioping brow. The handkerehtef was so
wet he couldn't put tt back in his
pocket, so he spread tt out on hts lan
to dry. ) |

Spotting tt out of the corner of her
eye, his wife hissed, "Is your fly open?"
"No," he snapped baek, "should it be?!"

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A friend recently gave this puzzling stat-
ement of his account at the bank:

Deposited $50 in the bank, then
Drew out. $20 leaving $30
Drew out $15 leaving $15
. Drew out $ 9 leaving $ 6
Drew out S$ 6 leaving $ 6

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TOTAL $50 TOTAL $5]
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