My father did. No
matter what came, Papa would just holler out 'GREAT JEHOSHAPHAT
AND GULLY DIRT!' and keep going."
As Dr. Shirey rolled my chair around and started me up the
center aisle, the fringe of my shawl brushed against the chancel
rail. I was ashamed that an hour before I had wanted to kick at
it.
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GREAT JEHOSHAPHAT AND GULLY DIRT!
By Jewell Ellen Smith
Copyright (c) 1975. All rights reserved.
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