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Bedford Jones. This popular author once wrote a series of stories revealing the "true facts" in Watson's unrecorded cases an imaginary dip into that "travel-worn and battered tin dispatch-box" in the vaults of the bank of Cox and Co. But after writing the series, H. Bedford Jones decided to remove Sher- lockthus disenchanting the stories and sold most of them as "ordinary" detective tales. We have had the pleasure of reading three of Mr.
These were written by anonymous hacks and spread throughout the Spanish-language coun- tries of the world. You will understand our restraint when you read the following synopsis, generously supplied by that indefatigable enthusiast, Mr. Anthony Boucher. Warm [sic], chief of police of London. Holmes has just returned from handling a delicate affair in Italy, and Warm brings him up to date on the latest development in London crime: Jack the Ripper.
There have been 37! Holmes's ancient rival, detective Murphy, enters with news of the 38th the singer Lilian Bell. After a crude exchange of insults, Holmes and Murphy agree to a wager as to who will catch the Ripper. Next we see the bedroom of the fair Lilian, with her disembowelled corpse tastefully arranged amid flowers on the bed.
Her maid, Har- riette Blunt, is disconsolate. Her brother, Grover Bell, is wondering about her will. Josias Wakefield, representative of the Requiescat in Pace Funeral Directors, calls to measure the body. His activities are curious, including the discovery of Lilian's false tooth and the de- duction from it that she smoked opium.
He drops his magnifying glass under the bed and there finds a disguised individual whom he recognizes as Murphy. Murphy clenches his fist and rages: "Man, or rather devil, I know you! You are you are " "Sherlock Holmes, detective, at your service," said the other laugh- ing. And vanished. Holmes next disguises himself as an opium addict, to the admiring amazement of his assistant, Harry Taxon! He visits an opium den run by a half-caste Mrs. Ca- jana, secures opium from her, and then blackmails her for informa- tion on the threat of exposing her racket.
He learns that Lilian Bell was a customer, and that Mrs. Cajana gets her drugs from a mysteri- ous person known to her only as "The Indian Doctor. They dash in and find a beauti- ful damsel with her belly ripped open. Holmes spies the Ripper escaping, pursues him, but the Ripper makes good his flight by dar- ingly jumping aboard a moving train. Holmes identifies the latest and 39th victim by her custom-built shoes as Comtesse de Malmaison. He visits her father, the Marquis, a harsh old gentleman who thinks his daughter's death served her right if she spent her time in opium dens.
She tells him that the Comtesse used the opium den as a blind to cover up assignations with her American riding instructor, Carlos Lake. Holmes grills Lake and learns that the only other person who knew of this arrangement was Dr. Roberto Fitzgerald, a prominent and respectable West End physician of Indian antecedents, who had made an appointment to meet the Comtesse at Mrs. The Doctor was to examine the Comtesse for a contemplated abortion.
Holmes shadows the Doctor's wife "When you wish to learn a man's secrets, you must follow his wife," and witnesses a lover's tryst in Hyde Park between her and Captain Harry Thomson. He overhears Ruth Fitzgerald, the Doctor's wife, arrange to flee from her brutal, half-mad husband and take refuge with her lover's mother. Holmes then disguises himself as a retired soap manufacturer named Patrick O'Connor, calls on Dr. Fitzgerald, and warns him of his wife's elopement. The Doctor has a fit, literally, and denounces all the tribe of Eve as serpents that must be destroyed. He has a terrible scene with Ruth, after which he quiets himself with a shot of morphine.
Holmes next disguises himself as Ruth Fitzgerald! Fitzgerald comes along and recognizes "him. He attacks Holmes but is frustrated; the detective has wisely donned a steel cuirasse. Meanwhile, back in Warm's office, the chief of police is listening to Murphy's report. Holmes, still looking like a loose woman even more so , drags in Dr. Fitzgerald, and Murphy acknowledges that he has lost the bet.
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Further comment, you'll agree, is unnecessary. Chapman reports an imaginary conversation between the two greatest detectives in print C. Auguste Dupin and Sherlock Holmes. Dupin, appearing suddenly in the rooms on Baker Street, strikes terror into the heart of Holmes, who looked "at the little Frenchman on the threshold as if M. Dupin had been a ghost.
I've drawn freely upon you, M. The debt Holmes owed to Dupin rather, that Doyle owed to Poe is not a moot point. The first person to admit it was Sir Arthur Conan Doyle himself. In his Preface to the Author's Edition of comparatively unknown in the United States , Doyle frankly revealed this indebtedness when, like the great and true gentleman he was, he stated that "Edgar Allan Poe was the father of the detective tale, and covered its limits so completely that I fail to see how his followers can find any fresh ground they can con- fidently call their own.
The writer sees the footmarks of Poe always in front of him. I can only claim the very limited credit of doing it from a fresh model and from a new point of view. Further omissions, listed for the benefit of those who have a pas- sion for completeness, include: 16 A. Milne's Dr. Watson Speaks Out is omitted for the same reason.
This classic review of an omnibus edition of Sherlock Holmes short stories was written as if by Dr. Watson himself - and at long last the good doctor defends himself and "ex- poses" Sherlock. Alston Cooper's Dr. Why no one thought of doing it before, we shall never understand. But we are grateful the task has been left for us. Perhaps it was ordained that way from the beginning, by Someone who looks after twelve-year-old boys; perhaps this is a token-payment for the mo- ment that, early or late, comes only once in a lifetime. College graduate, irregular student in chemical and anatomical classes of London University at St.
Club: Diogenes. John H. Hobbies: The violin, medieval music, boxing, fencing, bee-keeping, snapshooting and criminal law. Indulgences: cocaine, mor- phine and shag tobacco. Jerome and Robert Barr. You will recognize the inexorable sequence of idiosyncrasies and events the violin, the contempt for Scotland Yard, the anticipated visitor, the extraordinary deductions, and the minute examination of the scene of the crime by magnifying glass. It is especially fitting that Mr. Barr's burlesque be the chrono- logical leader in our Pageant of Parodies.
For Mr. I found him playing the violin with a look of sweet peace and serenity on his face, which I never noticed on the coun- tenances of those within hearing distance. I knew this expression of seraphic calm indicated that Kombs had been deeply annoyed about something. Such, indeed, proved to be the case, for one of the morning papers had contained an article eulogizing the alertness and general competence of Scotland Yard. So great was Sherlaw Kombs's con- tempt for Scotland Yard that he never would visit Scotland during his vacations, nor would he ever admit that a Scotchman was fit for anything but export.
He generously put away his violin, for he had a sincere liking for me, and greeted me with his usual kindness. Kombs was curiously ignorant on some subjects, and abnormally learned on others. I found, for in- stance, that political discussion with him was impossible, because he did not know who Salisbury and Gladstone were. This made his friendship a great boon. He's an infant, is Gregory.
He filled his pipe, threw himself into his deep-seated arm-chair, placed his feet on the mantel, and clasped his hands behind his head. I had heard no knock. I was really so interested in your recital that I spoke before I thought, which a detective should never do. The fact is, a man will be here in a moment who will tell me all about diis crime, and so you will be spared further effort in that line.
In that case I will not intrude," I said, rising. I did not know until I spoke that he was coming. Accustomed as I was to his ex- traordinary talents, the man was a perpetual surprise to me. He con- tinued to smoke quietly, but evidently enjoyed my consternation. It is really too simple to talk about, but, from my position opposite die mirror, I can see die reflection of objects in the street.
A man stopped, looked at one of my cards, and then glanced across die street. I recognized my card, because, as you know, they are all in scarlet. If, as you say, London is talking of this mystery, it naturally follows diat he will talk of it, and the chances are he wished to consult with me upon it. Anyone can see that, besides there is always Come in! A stranger entered. Sherlaw Kombs did not change his lounging attitude.
Sherlaw Kombs, the detective," said the stranger, coming within the range of the smoker's vision. Kombs," I remarked at last, as my friend smoked quietly, and seemed half-asleep. You are a journalist," said Kombs. You write for an evening paper. You have written an article condemning the book of a friend. He will never know who stabbed him unless I tell him.
But what would you, as we say in France. Your first and second fingers are smeared with ink, which shows that you write a great deal. This smeared class embraces two subclasses, clerks or accountants, and journalists. Clerks have to be neat in their work, The ink smear is slight in their case.
Your fingers are badly and carelessly smeared; therefore, you are a journalist. You have an evening paper in your pocket. Anyone might have any evening paper, but yours is a Special Edition, which will not be on the street? You must have obtained it before you left the office, and to do this you must be on the staff. A book notice is marked with a blue pencil. A journalist always despises every article in hi; own paper not written by himself; therefore, you wrote the artick you have marked, and doubtless are about to send it to the author oi the book referred to.
Your paper makes a speciality of abusing al books not written by some member of its own staff. That the authoi is a friend of yours, I merely surmised. It is all a trivial example oi ordinary observation. Kombs, you are the most wonderful man on earth You are the equal of Gregory, by Jove, you are. You are fit to take charge of Scotlanc Yard to-morrow I am in earnest, indeed I am, sir.
I sprang between them. Besides, Sherlaw, don't you see the man means well. He actually thinks it is a compli- ment! Then, turning to the journalist, he said, with his customary bland courtesy "You wanted to see me, I think you said. What can I do for you, Mr. Wilber Scribbings? Kombs waved his hand impatiently. There is no such thing.
Life would become more tolerable if there ever was a mystery. Nothing is original. Everything has been done before. What about the Pegram affair? The Evening Blade wishes you to investigate, so that it may publish the result. It will pay you well. Will you accept the commission? Tell me about the case. Barrie Kipson lived at Pegram. He carried a first-class season ticket between the terminus and that station. It was his custom to leave for Pegram on the 5. Some weeks ago, Mr. Kipson was brought down by the influenza. He was never seen again alive, as far as the public have been able to learn.
He was found at Brewster in a first-class compartment on the Scotch Express, which does not stop between London and Brewster. First, how came he on the Scotch Express, which leaves at six, and does not stop at Pegram?
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Second, the ticket examiners at the terminus would have turned him out if he showed his season ticket; and all the tickets sold for the Scotch Express on the 21 st are accounted for. Third, how could the murderer have escaped? Fourth, the passengers in two compartments on each side of the one where the body was found heard no scuffle and no shot fired. It was stopped by signal just outside of Pegram.
There was a few moments' pause, when the line was reported clear, and it went on again. This frequently hap- pens, as there is a branch line beyond Pegram. Sherlaw Kombs pondered for a few moments, smoking his pipe silently. The editor thought if you evolved a theory in a month you would do well.
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If you can make it convenient to call here to-morrow at 8 A. I will give you the full particulars early enough for the first edition. There is no sense in taking up much time over so simple an affair as the Pegram case. Good afternoon, sir. Scribbings was too much astonished to return the greeting. He left in a speechless condition, and I saw him go up the street with his hat still in his hand. Sherlaw Kombs relapsed into his old lounging attitude, with his hands clasped behind his head. The smoke came from his lips in quick puffs at first, then at longer intervals. I saw he was coming to a conclusion, so I said nothing.
Finally he spoke in his most dreamy manner. Would you care to accompany me? I shall be glad of your company. It was most interesting to watch the workings of so inscrutable a mind. As we drove under the lofty iron roof of the terminus I noticed a look of annoyance pass over his face. The detective tapped one of the guards on the shoulder. It happened on this very train, sir. Is the same carriage still on the train?
People wouldn't travel in it, else, sir. Do you happen to know if anybody occupies the com- partment in which the body was found? Instantly a lady came out, followed by a florid-faced gentleman, who scowled at the guard. We entered the now empty compartment, and Kombs said: "We would like to be alone here until we reach Brewster.
When the official moved away, I asked my friend what he expected to find in the carriage that would cast any light on the case. Any man familiar with the station for years would be aware of that fact. This shows how Mr. Kipson entered the train just before it started. But every season ticket holder carries a key. This ac- counts for the guard not seeing him, and for the absence of a ticket.
Now let me give you some information about the influenza. The patient's temperature rises several degrees above normal, and he has a fever. When the malady has run its course, the temperature falls to three quarters of a degree below normal. These facts are unknown to you, I imagine, because you are a doctor. Then is the time he should be watched by his friends. Then was the time Mr. Barrie Kipson's friends did not watch him. You remember the 2ist, of course. It was a most depressing day. Fog all around and mud under foot.
Very good. He resolves on suicide. He wishes to be unidentified, if possible, but forgets his season ticket. My ex- perience is that a man about to commit a crime always forgets some- thing. If he was a deep man, and knew the stupidness of Scotland Yard, he probably sent the notes to an enemy. If not, they may have been given to a friend. Nothing is more calculated to prepare the mind for self-destruction than the prospect of a night ride on the Scotch Express, and the view from the windows of the train as it passes through the northern part of London is particularly conducive to thoughts of annihilation.
Excuse me for a moment. Presently he heaved a sigh of relief, and drew up the sash. It is of such a nature as to be made only by the trigger of a pistol falling from the nerveless hand of a suicide. He intended to throw the weapon far out of the window, but had not the strength. It might have fallen into the carriage. As a matter of fact, it bounced away from the line and lies among the grass about ten feet six inches from the out- side rail. The only question that now remains is where the deed was committed, and the exact present position of the pistol reckoned in miles from London, but that, fortunately, is too simple even to need explanation.
It seems to me impossible to compute. At last he spoke wearily: "It is really too elementary, Whatson, but I am always willing to oblige a friend. I shall be relieved, however, when you are able to work out the A B C of detection for yourself, although I shall never object to helping you with the words of more than three syllables.
Having made up his mind to commit suicide, Kipson naturally in- tended to do it before he reached Brewster, because tickets are again examined at that point. When the train began to stop at the signal near Pegram, he came to the false conclusion that it was stopping at Brewster. The fact that the shot was not heard is accounted for by the screech of the air-brake, added to the noise of the train. Probably the whistle was also sounding at the same moment.
The train being a fast express would stop as near the signal as possible. The air-brake will stop a train in twice its own length. Call it three times in this case. Very well. At three times the length of this train from the signal- post towards London, deducting half the length of the train, as this carriage is in the middle, you will find the pistol. At this moment the whistle sounded shrilly, and we felt the grind of the air-brakes.
We will get out here, Whatson, and test the matter. The engine stood panting impatiently under the red light, which changed to green as I looked at it. As the train moved on with in- creasing speed, the detective counted the carriages, and noted down the number. It was now dark, with the thin crescent of the moon hanging in the western sky throwing a weird half-light on the shining metals. The rear lamps of the train disappeared around a curve, and the signal stood at baleful red again.
The black magic of the lone- some night in that strange place impressed me, but the detective was a most practical man. He placed his back against the signal-post, and paced up the line with even strides, counting his steps. I walked along the permanent way beside him silently. At last he stopped, and took a tape-line from his pocket. He ran it out until the ten feet six inches were unrolled, scanning the figures in the wan light of the new moon. Giving me the end, he placed his knuckles on the metals, motioning me to proceed down the embankment.
I stretched out the line, and then sank my hand in the damp grass to mark the spot. It was! Journalistic London will not soon forget the sensation that was caused by the record of the investigations of Sherlaw Kombs, as printed at length in the next day's Evening Blade. Would that my story ended here. Kombs contemptuously turned over the pistol to Scotland Yard. The meddlesome officials, actuated, as I always hold, by jealousy, found the name of the seller upon it. They in- vestigated.
The seller testified that it had never been in the possession of Mr. Kipson, as far as he knew. It was sold to a man whose description tallied with that of a criminal long watched by the police. He was arrested, and turned Queen's evidence in the hope of hang- ing his pal.
It seemed that Mr. Kipson, who was a gloomy, taciturn man, and usually came home in a compartment by himself, thus escaping observation, had been murdered in the lane leading to his house. They agreed to place it on the line, and have it mangled by the Scotch Express, then nearly due. Before they got the body half-way up the embankment the express came along and stopped. The guard got out and walked along the other side to speak with the engineer. The thought of put- ting the body into an empty first-class carriage instantly occurred to the murderers.
They opened the door with the deceased's key. It is supposed that the pistol dropped when they were hoisting the body in the carriage. The Queen's evidence dodge didn't work, and Scotland Yard ignobly insulted my friend Sherlaw Kombs by sending him a pass to see the villains hanged. Lupin, The second duel, as- suming grander proportions, required a full-length novel to recount all the delicious details. The shot intended for Lupin filled her, and the scene that followed is one of the most tragic in all detective literature. But Shears or Sholmes, he is the only detective whom Leblanc considered a worthy adversary for his clever and resourceful Arsene.
For while Lupin consistently vanquished Ganimard, Guerchard, and all the other Gallic sleuths, he never achieved more than a draw against the great Englishman a monu- mental tribute indeed from that true French gentleman, M. Leblanc, who for a time controlled the destiny of Britain's man of the ages. You're not the first to tell me of it, I assure you. There were gathered, in the great dining room of Thibermesnil Castle, in addition to Vel- mont, the Abbe Gelis, rector of the village, and a dozen officers whose regiments were taking part in the maneuvers in the neigh- borhood, and who had accepted the invitation of Georges Devanne, the banker, and his mother.
One of them exclaimed : "But, I say, wasn't Arsene Lupin seen on the coast after his famous performance in the train between Paris and Le Havre? It is filled and adorned with old chests and credence tables, fire dogs and candelabra. Splendid tapestries hang on the stone walls. The deep embrasures of the four windows are furnished with seats and end in pointed casements with leaded panes. And as they were lighting their cigars, Devanne added: "But you will have to hurry, Velmont, for this is the last night on which you will have a chance.
Devanne was about to reply when his mother made signs to him. There's no indiscretion to be feared now. Holmlock Shears at Thiber- mesnil! The thing was serious, then? Was Arsene Lupin really in the district? Without count- ing Baron Cahorn's mishap, to whom are we to ascribe the daring burglaries at Montigny and Gruchet and Crasville if not to our national thief?
Today it's my turn. It contained three engraved plates. One of them presented a general view of the domain as a whole; the second a plan of the building; and the third I call your special attention to this the sketch of an underground passage, one of whose outlets opens outside the first line of the ramparts, while the other ends here yes, in this very hall where we are sitting.
Now this book disappeared last month. Only it's not enough to justify the intervention of Holmlock Shears. I knew of these particulars, and I knew that the definite sketch could not be reconstructed except by carefully collating the two plans. Well, on the day after that on which my copy disappeared the one in the Bibliotheque Nation-ale was applied for by a reader who carried it off without leaving any clue as to the man- ner in which the theft had been effected.
It then occurred to me to write and ask for the help of Holmlock Shears, who replied that he had the keenest wish to come into contact with Arsene Lupin. The line that represents the tunnel on the plans finishes, at one end, at a little circle accompanied by the initials T. But it's a round tower, and who can decide at which point in the circle the line in the drawing touches? The others pressed him with questions. He smiled with pleasure at the interest which he had aroused. At last, he said: "The secret is lost. Not a person in the world knows it. The story says that the high and mighty lords handed it down to one another, on their death-beds, from father to son, until the day when Geoffrey, the last of the name, lost his head on the scaffold, on the seventh of Thermidor, Year Second, in the nineteenth year of his age.
I myself, after I bought the castle from the great-grandnephew of Leribourg of the National Convention, had excavations made. What was the good? Remember that this tower is surrounded by water on every side, and only joined to the castle by a bridge, and that, consequently, the tunnel must pass under the old' moats. The plan in the Bibliotheque Nationale shows a series of four staircases, comprising forty-eight steps, which allows for a depth of over ten yards, and the scale annexed to the other plan fixes the length at two hundred yards.
As a matter of fact, the whole problem lies here, between this floor, that ceiling, and these walls; and, upon my word, I do not feel inclined to have them pulled down. But the explanation to which he refers only serves to confuse matters. And how did the rector find out?
This secret Henry IV revealed later to Sully, his minister, who tells the story in his Royales Oeconomies d'Etat, without adding any com- ment besides this incomprehensible phrase: 'La hache tournoie dans I' air qui fremit, mats I'aile s'ouvre et I' on va jusqu'a Dieu. The rector maintains that Sully set down the key to the puzzle by means of those words, without betraying the secret to the scribes to whom he dictated his memoirs. But what is the ax that turns? What bird is it whose wing opens? The darkness is dispelled. Twice six are twelve! What do you think, Velmont?
I am much obliged to you. You see, I must rob your castle tonight, that is to say, before Holmlock Shears arrives. Would you like me to drive you? I rely upon you, for the castle is to be invested by your regiments and taken by assault at eleven in the morning. Devanne dropped the painter at the Casino, and went on to the station.
His friends arrived at midnight, and at half-past twelve the motor passed through the gates of Thibermesnil. At one o'clock, after a light supper served in the drawing room, everyone went to bed. The lights were extinguished one by one. The deep silence of the night enshrouded the castle. But the moon pierced the clouds that veiled it, and, through two of the windows, filled the hall with the light of its white beams.
This lasted for but a moment. Soon the moon was hidden behind the curtain of the hills, and all was darkness. The silence increased as the shadows thickened. At most it was disturbed, from time to time, by the creaking of the furniture or the rustling of the reeds in the pond which bathes the old walls with its green waters. The clock told the endless beads of its seconds. It struck two. Then once more the seconds fell hastily and monotonously in the heavy stillness of the night. Then three struck. And suddenly something gave a clash, like the arm of a railway signal that drops as a train passes, and a thin streak of light crossed the hall from one end to the other, like an arrow, leaving a glittering track behind it.
It issued from the central groove of a pilaster against which the pediment of the bookcase rests upon the right. It first lingered upon the opposite panel in a dazzling circle, next wandered on every side like a restless glance searching the darkness, and then faded away, only to appear once more, while the whole of one sec- tion of the bookcase turned upon its axis, and revealed a wide opening shaped like a vault.
A man entered, holding an electric lantern in his hand. Another man and a third emerged, carrying a coil of rope and different im- plements. The first man looked round the room, listened, and said: "Call the pals.
- I Think Ill Stay In And Masturbate.
- Siobhans Miracle - They Told Us She Had Weeks to Live. Then the Most Amazing Miracle Happened;
- Everything Rustles.
And the removal began. It did not take long. Arsene Lupin passed from one piece of furniture to another, examined it, and, according to its size or its artistic value, spared it or gave an order: "Take it away. And thus were juggled away six Louis XV armchairs and as many occasional chairs, a number of Aubusson tapestries, some candelabra signed by Gouthiere, two Fragonards and a Nattier, a bust by Hou- don, and some statuettes.
At times Arsene Lupin would stop before a magnificent oak chest or a splendid picture and sigh : "That's too heavy. Too big What a pity! In forty minutes the hall was "cleared," to use Arsene's expression. And all this was accomplished in an admirably orderly manner, with- out the least noise, as though all the objects which the men were handling had been wrapped in thick wadding.
To the last man who was leaving, carrying a clock signed by Boule, he said : "You need not come back. You understand, don't you, that as soon as the motor van is loaded you're to make for the barn at Roquefort? Halfway down the gallery stood a glass case, and it was because of this case that Arsene Lupin had continued his investiga- tions. It contained marvels: a unique collection of watches, snuffboxes, rings, chatelaines, miniatures of the most exquisite workmanship.
What word is always pronounced wrong? The word "wrong". What has two hands and a face, but no arms and legs? A clock. The carpet. What Christmas carol is a favourite of parents? Silent Night. Take off my skin. I won't cry, but you will. An onion. What nail should you never hit with a hammer? Your fingernail.
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What is in the middle of water but is not an island? The letter T. I run all day but I'm always at the same place. I have a head, a tail, but no body. A coin. I run but I have no legs. A nose. What does a cat have that no other animal has? What has a horn but doesn't honk?
A rhinoceros. What is as big as an elephant, but weighs nothing at all? The shadow of an elephant. What belongs to you but others use it more than you do? Your name. What follows a horse wherever he goes? His tail. When do dogs have 16 legs? When there are four of them. What has four legs but cannot walk? A table. What can you found in the middle of nowhere? The letter H. What walks all day on its head? A nail in a horseshoe. What has five eyes but cannot see? The Mississippi River. What has to be broken before you can use it? An egg. What can you catch but you cannot throw? A cold.
What kind of nut has a hole? A donut. How many men were born last year? Only babies were born. Where do you find roads without vehicles? On a map. Which letter of the alphabet has the most water? The letter C. Where is the ocean the deepest? On the bottom. What are two things people never eat before breakfast?
Lunch and dinner. Why did the man throw his watch out of the window? He wanted to see time fly. What do you call a boomerang that won't come back? A stick. What goes 'Oh, Oh, Oh'? Santa Claus walking backwards. What goes up and never comes down? Your age! Why do birds fly south in the winter?
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