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Show A rich citizen and ex-poultry dealer wished to send a fine turkey to bis daughter aud her young husband, who had been recently married. He further determined to inclose a little souvenir. This he did by placing a ceriificate of 1U0 shares ot" tiie St. Louie gus company slock in a ricn ( morocco pocket book, and biding his gift inside ol the royal bird, just between be-tween the gizzard aud tbe heart. As be joined the young couple at dinner next day, a merry twinkle was visible in his eye. Grace was said, and the' keen carving-knife deftly cleft the! swelling breast ol the mammoth 1 fowl. "It tastes a little leathery, 11 remarked the young wife. "Cut deeper," responded tne fond parent, boiling over with mirth. They cut and cut, until the last vestige of tbe Btufting, which smelt like a bran new collection of elegantly bound books, removed from the cavity of the bird. There, in the fond embrace of the faithful heart, lay a sogyy, pre-chaotic pre-chaotic looking pocket book. The india-rubber band had dissolved long ago, and as it opened with the heat, the sweet juices of the turkey had, little by little, reduced tbe crisp certificate to a piece of boiled pulp. With a bud shriek the donor fell under the table. He had forgotten to take tbe number ol the certificate, aud tbey had been eating turkey worth just $5,000. |