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Joey
said
,
"
Mrs
.
Young
-
Hunt
,
that
reminds
me
of
a
friend
I
had
who
was
in
Mexico
with
Pancho
Villa
.
Remember
him
?
"
"
Never
knew
him
.
"
"
No
jazz
.
It
’
s
a
story
the
guy
told
me
.
He
said
when
Pancho
was
in
the
north
,
he
worked
the
mint
printing
twenty
-
peso
notes
.
Made
so
many
his
men
stopped
counting
them
.
They
weren
’
t
so
hot
at
counting
anyway
.
Got
to
weighing
them
on
a
balance
scale
.
"
Margie
said
,
"
Joey
,
you
can
’
t
resist
autobiography
.
"
"
Hell
,
no
,
Mrs
.
Young
-
Hunt
.
I
’
d
have
been
about
five
years
old
.
It
’
s
a
story
.
Seems
a
fine
stacked
dame
,
Injun
but
stacked
,
came
in
and
said
,
‘
My
general
,
you
have
executed
my
husband
and
left
me
a
poor
widow
with
five
children
,
and
is
that
any
way
to
run
a
popular
revolution
?
’
"
"
Pancho
went
over
her
assets
the
way
I
’
m
doing
now
.
"
"
You
got
no
mortgage
,
Joey
.
"
"
I
know
.
It
’
s
a
story
.
Pancho
said
to
an
aide
-
de
-
camp
,
‘
Weigh
out
five
kilos
of
money
for
her
.
’
"
"
Well
,
that
’
s
quite
a
bundle
.
They
tied
it
together
with
a
piece
of
wire
and
the
woman
went
out
,
dangling
the
bale
of
kale
.
Then
a
lieutenant
stepped
out
and
saluted
and
he
said
,
‘
My
general
(
they
say
it
mi
gral
—
like
hral
)
,
we
did
not
shoot
her
husband
.
He
was
drunk
.
We
put
him
in
the
jail
around
the
corner
.
’
