Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 50, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 January 1884 — The Pot-Luck Club. [ARTICLE]

The Pot-Luck Club.

At a meeting of the Pot-Luok Club <*ch male member, according io premia*, contributed a specimen of the handiwork >u the culinary art, and the result was quite novel. “Here,” said the artist, sketching the ■ wentieth letter al the alphabet, “is a tracing of “ T.” His contribution was lighly esteemed. “And here,” said the printer, producng a handful of type, “is some ‘pi’ of ay own making. ” He said this in a one. “And I‘ve brought a hot goose,” said 'he tailor, dropping his iron on the table. He was greeted with hisses. “And I,” said the poet, with a Milesian ccent, proffering a manuscript “have iere some tender-loins.” His offering ..as voted very beellting. “And I hope,” said a sad and timid, ooking member, presenting his wife, • you will relish this ‘rib.’ ” And then e added in a stage of whisper: “ I an spare her, therefore she is a spare h ib.” The carpenter now stepped forward nd said he had prepared “a little lane board," —placing the board on the ■ ible as he spoke. The shoemaker said he thought some f the members needed a little brain food, herefore he had brought a “ sole.” also “tongue.” The former was pretty scaly.” “And here,” said a smart young man, ith a goneness in his voice, introducing « best girl, “ is a little drunk.” He was renounced “too fresh,” and his girl gave im the cold shoulder all the rest of the vening. Then a newspaper humorist east his ves over the assemblage, called it a rare meet,” poured somed gritty sub--1 ance out of a cone-shaped piece of aper, and made Joe Miller turn over in l is grave by remarking : “ The beet I . in do in the culinary line is the sand hichishere.” The club immediately adjourned out ■ f respect for bis gray-liaired pun, saytg that they didn’t want any “taffy” i > their dessert.— The Judge. Ebof. Stillman has excavated at ‘ laosso, in Crete, the remains of what 1 e supposes to be the historical laby* inth famous from the story of Thekous ;.ad the Minotaur. “I GO AGAINST my Will,” murmured ' sweetly, as she fondly leaned on i' illiam s arm, as they meandered to the meatre.