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Show He Eats White Meat Now. After James E. Watson had concluded conclud-ed his address in a little town down 60uth he was escorted to the only restaurant res-taurant in the place by the committee on entertainment, muses a writer In the Indianapolis News. The proprietor, proprie-tor, strong for conservation, Iiad only one kind of meat to offer -pickled pigs' jowls. "This reminds me,'" said the chairman chair-man of the committee, after numerous apologies had been made, "of a little story. Several days ago we were visited vis-ited by a severe windstorm, which caused considerable damage in this neighborhood. Tn addition to several trees, several rods of fence were blown down on my place about three miles from town. Meeting old Pete, the colored col-ored man of all work of our town, I asked him to go out and repair the fence. "There is no particular hurry about it," I told him, "but we are going to butcher on Tuesday, and if you can be there on that day we will give you the pig jowls." . "Mistah Charles," said Pete with an .injured look on his face, "I sho' will help yo' all wid de work, but since I'se got my pension I eat furder back on de hog." |