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her berth, getting into the right sec- tion and finding Mr. W. asleep. Finally a loud groan was heard, then these words: “Oh, my stomach, my s-t-o-m-a-c-h. oh-h-h!“ This was followed by “I’ll never touch another drop as long as I live. Oh, it’s burning a hole in me, oh-h-h!” By this time heads were peeping out from behind curtains and the porter was on his way to the traveling man’s berth and a cry of “Oh, my, there is my stomach! I’m dead!” The exclamation was topped off by the mustard plaster being thrown out on the aisle of the car. The porter then grabbed the drummer and shook him until awake. During the first stages of sensibility he muttered : “Oh, my stomach is gone, gone!” RUSTICATE AT COOK’S PEAK A party of Deming ladies, Mrs. Birchfield, Mrs. Singer of Dodge City, Kan., Miss Lizzie Baker, Mrs. Keeler, Miss Netta Smith and Miss Audrey Smith, went up to Cook’s Peak last Tuesday to rusticate a week. Misses Susie Foster and Maud Wayfield preceded them on Saturday. Frank Jones, Mike Downes, Billy Conant and Rufus Bover are back from a big hunt and fish in the Mogollons. They found plenty of game and had a good time.