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Show Pretty Polly. "Polly, want a cracker?" "Why, yes," answered Poll as she plumed her plumage and neatly brushed out her cage with her port-side port-side wing. "Now that the war is won and the necessity for food conservation conserva-tion has been reduced to a certain degree, de-gree, I feel that 1 may Indulge iD my favorite dish without serious damage to my conscience." And the wealthy munitions worker who overheard the remark bought her on the spot for $1,000 cash, saying that she should be surrounded with . . luxuries for the rest of her days, yea though she lived to be as old as the mother-in-law joke. Note Gentle readers who look for a moral to this particular piece of patriotic persiflage will please try to bear up under the disappointment. There ain't none. Indianapolis Star. |