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Cover Story December 23, 2004


 They Kill Horses, Don’t They?




by lyle e davis


You hear them first.  A rumbling thundering sound of a herd of magnificent wild horses.


Then you see them.  You admire the rugged beauty, the grace, the sheer natural elegance of the wild, and free, horse.


Then you hear another sound.  It's a helicopter . . . flying as low off the ground, banking left and right keeping the herd in a tightly knit group.






t first I thought it was love, then I thought it was money ... but now that I'm old, I realize that prune juice is the key to happiness.


Whether a man winds up with the nest egg or a goose egg depends a lot on the kind of chick he marries.


Trouble in marriage often starts when a man gets so busy earnin' his salt that he forgets his sugar.


Too many couples marry for better or for worse, but not for good.

When a man marries a woman, they become one, but the trouble starts when they try to decide which one.


If a man has enough "horse sense" to treat his wife like a thoroughbred, she will never be an old nag.