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Show GOT THE WRONG DIRD. Iraiclble Diner Understood Why the Chicken Was Tough. Tho Irasclblo gentleman had ordered order-ed a chicken. Hut when ho got it ho wasn't satisfied somo pcoplo never are. "Walter," he yelled, "bring a chargo of dynamite and a hatchet and an extra double steam power coko hummer. This chicken's got to bo carved, oven if It Is mado of liar-Ttylied liar-Ttylied Btecl." The waiter was desolate "Very sorry, sir," said ho, "but that always was a peculiar bird. It oven objected to bo killed, though wo al always do everything with tho greatest great-est of kindness. Dut this bird, sir, actually flow away, and wo had to shoot it, sir yes, shoot ltl It flow on to tho top of a houso, and " "Say no moro," said tho Irasclblo customer. "I seo It nil now; you shot at It and brought down the weathercock by mistake. John, my friend, ull Is forgiven." |