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Show OWL SOUP. Owl soup is said to possess not only wonderful appetizing qualities, but is marvelous as a vitalizing invigorator. Acting on this supposition a certain rather good looking citizen of this county recently started out with his wife, one horse, a brand new double warranted Studebaker buggy, and a number 10 (borrowed) double barrel shotgun, all on pleasure bent. Reaching the Territory of Idaho where the game law is supposed not to rigidly enforced, our touring sportsman espied an owl and from the distance of fifteen paces, sent for the doomed bird an ounce and a half of number four projected by five grains of Hazard's best. A bloody nose, and an expression which no Sunday School Superintendent would be likely to approve, attested the recoil of the gun charged with a load prepared for a bear. When the smoke cleared away the 180 pounds composing the form of the affectionate husband, stood erect, and the manly man all clad in canvas brown, in accents sweet, replied to the anxious inquiry of that proud wife, "O did you kill the owl?" "Don't know, go and see for yourself." |