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Today's Stichomancy for Butch Cassidy

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Straight Deal by Owen Wister:

school-book account of the Revolution. I shall also pass over various other international events that are somewhat well known, and I will illustrate the point with an anecdote known to but a few.

Crossing the ocean were some young English and Americans, who got up an international tug-of-war. A friend of mine was anchor of our team. We happened to win. They didn't take it very well. One of them said to the anchor:

"Do you know why you pulled us over the line? "

"No."

"Because you had all the blackguards on your side of the line."

"Do you know why we had all the blackguards on our side of the line? "

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Chinese Boy and Girl by Isaac Taylor Headland:

or have a public holiday enjoy themselves more in a single day than the child of wealth, in a whole month of idleness. In addition to his games and rhymes, the fairs which are held regularly in the great Buddhist temples in different parts of the cities, are to the Chinese boy what a country fair, a circus or Fourth of July is to an American farmer's boy or girl. He has his cash for candy or fruit, his crackers which he fires off at New Year's time, making day a time of unrest, and night hideous. Kite-flying is a pleasure which no American boy appreciates as does the Chinese, a

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tom Grogan by F. Hopkinson Smith:

a-goin'--ter--tell--de--boss,"--with a threatening air, weighing each word--"jes soon as she gits back. Ef I don't I'm a chump."

At sight of the boys, Jennie darted into the house, and Carl started for the stable, his head in the clouds, his feet on air.

"No; I feed da horse, Cully,"--jerking at his halter to get him away from Cully.

"A hell ov 'er lot ye will! I'll feed him meself. He's been home an hour now, an' he ain't half rubbed down."

Carl made a grab for Cully, who dodged and ran under the cart. Then a lump of ice whizzed past Carl's ear.

"Here, stop that!" said Tom, entering the gate. She had been in