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Once upon a time a young man was going to see his sweetheart. He stopped at the Florist's and purchased a beautiful bouquet of roses. When he arrived at the house of the beautiful girl who was waiting for him, he presented her the roses. She was so overcome with joy that for the mo ment she forgot her dignity and threw both arms about him and kissed him right on the lips. He tore away and started for the door. She ran after him, caught him by the arm, saying: I did not mean to embarrass you. He said: Embar rass nothing! I am going after more ?owers. Now 'i am not writing this story for the ?owers, or the other either. I am writing it that you may know something about My Old Kentucky Home. Since I am a minister and trained to sermon ize, you will permit me to use a text. If I forget thee, 0 Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy. (psalm 137 5, The Bible is good enough as it is; but will you not allow me to put my bit of sentiment in the text by saying: If I forget thee, 0 'my Old Ken tucky Home' let my right hand forget its cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer-not My Old Kentucky Home' above my chief joy.'