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Show Transmigrating Turkey. "The only time I ever believed in the transmigration of souls was one frosty November afternoon on my Indiana farm." The speaker was George Ade, the humorist. He continued: "It was a day or two before Thanksgiving. Thanks-giving. The trees were bare. The fields were a russet brown color. Toward To-ward me over those russet fields strutted a very plump, very large, very young turkey. "Then it was that an ardent belief In the doctrine of metempsychosis seized me. " 'You,' I said to the superb bird, 'you are now a turkey. And you will die tomorrow. But, cheer up. Your next transmigration will be into the body of a humorist not unknown to fame.' " |