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Near Menominee, Mich., one Oscar Lebouf sighted through underbrush, squeezed his rifle-trigger, went crashing through the bushes after his bullet. Still twitching on the ground lay a buck deer. "Sapristi!" muttered Mr. Lebouf. "She sure ees one fine head of horns. By gar, I feex him, queeck!" Forgetting his gun he fumbled in his pocket for his shipping license, whipped it out, tied it to a horn. "Sac' bleu, no man can come an' take heem now," whispered Mr. Lebouf. He proudly examined the body to see where' his bullet had struck. Tickled back to consciousness...
...evening for some likely missionary who would make good soup. Two tramps, with shot guns, made it their duty to see that the savages did not get away with any unsuspecting frollickers. At intervals throughout the dance these shaggy creatures would stealthily come up behind someone and pull the trigger. The hall would vibrate with shreiks of the weaker sex and the boom of firearms...
Died. James R. Smith, president of the Atlanta Real Estate Board, director of the bankrupt Bankers' Trust Co. and Farmers & Traders Bank of Atlanta; at Atlanta. Bewildered by the bankruptcies, he pressed the trigger of a loaded shotgun with his toe, drove all the gun with his toe, drove the pellets into his abdomen...
...soft white belly against the ground, upturning stricken, opalescent eyes. Farmer De Mouche chuckled. He laid his long shotgun upon the ground and bent to secure his game. But suddenly there was a scuffle behind him; another rabbit leaped out of the bush, sprang upon the shotgun's trigger. "BANG!" Farmer De Mouche received both barrels in his back. Bloody, mangled, dripping, he crawled home. The snared rabbit remained in the snare...
...gentle squeeze of the trigger and the great Fascist would topple headforemost from the balcony. Perhaps the House of Savoy would fall with him. Amid the antiFascist revolution which would spring up, anything might happen. Even as these thoughts coursed through the mind of onetime Socialist Deputy Tito Zaniboni, something happened with a vengeance. Fascist police burst in his door, collared him, took his rifle away, trundled him off to jail...