Rensselaer Republican, Volume 17, Number 11, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 November 1884 — Something He Would Eat. [ARTICLE]

Something He Would Eat.

A good story is told on a West End minister. He is a vegetarian of the strictest order, and in the course of his pastoral career he was invited out to a Sunday dinner by one of the sisters of his flock, whose name for the nonce shall be Brown. Old man Brown didn’t go to church that morning. His wife told him to expect her to bring home company to dine, and he, with ,the aid of the cook, laid the foundation for a superb repast. Mrs. Brown came home, but all the company she brought was the miniates. They were seated at the table when this sort of conversation ensued: “Mr. Jones,” meaning the minister, “what part of the chicken do you like best?” “Really, Mr. Brown, I don't care about any chicken. ” “Well, here is some extra fine roast beef; try some of this.” “Excuse me, Mr. Brown, I will forego the beef,” “I have some tender lamb here—how will that suit?” “I never eat lamb.” “Well, now I know' you can’t refuse this boiled ham.” “Pardon me, but ham I never touch.” During all this time Brown’s father, an old gray-haired sinner, had been seated near him patching operations, and standing it as long as he could, squeaked out in a piping voice: “John, maybe the fool vfill suck a raw egg. The enjoyment of that dinner was spoiled.— Cincinnati Enquirer. The lum-tumXthing among dudes is now to shake hands with the left hand. It em ances the general effect of—ah—lissitude- er—as it were, yah know; and then the right hand is usually busy with the end of the mustache.