Great thoughts hallow any labor. To-day I earned seventy-five cents heaving manure out of a pen, and made a good bargain of it. If the ditcher muses the while how he may live uprightly, the ditching spade and turf knife may be engraved on the coat-of-arms of his posterity.
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shovel engraved on the coat-of-arms of his posterity.
I've been flipping burgers so hard, I'm thinking of getting a spatula tatooed on my posterity.
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