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While vacationing last summer in the North Woods, a young fellow thought it might be a good idea to write his girl. He had brought no stationery with him, however; so he had to walk into town for some. Entering the one and only general store, he discovered that the clerk was a young, full-blown farm girl with languorous eyes. "Do you keep stationery?" he asked. "Well," she giggled, "I do until the last few seconds, and then I just go wild."