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“There are many in this old world of ours who hold that things break about even for all of us. I have observed, for example, that we all get the same amount of ice. The rich get it in the summertime and the poor get it in the winter.”

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Bat Masterson, born on November 26, 1853, and died on October 25, 1921, was an American columnist renowned for his experiences in the frontier life of Wyoming and Colorado. His writing was rich with the material from his adventurous career. more

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