Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-01-02
sARoUDeO IN MYSTERY.
A Banquet at Which the Guests weI
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A Banquet at Which the Guests Were
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 A choica and juicy turkey fell into the camp of the Philistines yesterday and suffered demolition. With him went Au those appetiEing side additions, which go to make up feast. This camp was situ. ated in the South Main street part of the reservation and in close conjunction to Big Charley's rendezvous. He presided us the big chief of ''de gang" As soon as the warriors had seated themselves around the festive board and the work of annihi- lating the vIands had begun the ness gltherer fell into trance at the exorbltant capacities disclosed and the rest of the banquet he viewed as in a vision. The village blacKsmith" insisted on standing as we'll as talking and those who knew not ancient history before learned 1t then. The groans of hIs dying audience did not deter him from his distilled harangue, until the sewer contractor, the man who makes the~ci weep copious floods of tears ns well as dollars. heard few of his pranks related. when he objected strongly to telling tales out of school. Be heavens yell not live to ate the skin of the turkey. it you tell any rnore." This was Macs cry. which stopped the Esphyrs en- twining themselves in the blacksmiths
 
 there and showed the turkey the double shuffle and patent back action digestive apparatus which he possesses. The plumber from Jeffrey street is no slouOh and he carries his appetite right with him; there were no wrinkles left when he got through. And ''the Butter," of course there had to be some grease to move the wheels. He certainly did not mean to bring oleo. but Butter" is B peculiar duck, anyway, and even if he did not have his undertaker friend he knew that such a banquet could only lead to dyspepsia and hence to death. Ills "Knibbs," the pipe line masher. who has turned Engineer Cairns hair a variegated shade, brought along pipe line appetite. Even the curl on his forehead strengthened out in dis gust as the victuals disappeared. When or where will we At was thair cry Aa they vanished. but they Ht and that ended it. The genial horse man, butcher and gens- ral all around good fellow and eatar. was a permanent factor in the turkeys demise. Even his cry for a corner on the pumpkin pie could be heard by the horsss ID the neighborinR barn. who neiahed for some th-maelves. And ''Dick,' that hsnd of gormandiEsrs; well, he simply tore | things up the back. Both hands worked with machine like movements and kept pace with the bIacksmith's hammer. or rather tongue InshootA. outshoots. upper cuts and all kinds of masses, those wind mill arms walked and when natnre's forces relaxed. he was gently rolled on barrel to settle the disturbance within Watts, his name was the chapsrone. and before | the feast was over he was sorry he did not allow the 'sbslloon" to act as chef. He wined and dinsd them uptI the police orderrd them to quit. The "Farmer" sent his letter of regrets. He had lost his appetite pushing the wInd off the Middle bury hills. His suit. that he had lot out tor the occasion-in the ssams-he would loan to Dick, when he had date for the evening. The nswsmzn aWoke when the blAcksmith's molars dropped out from l telling of his war record when he fought Indians in his mind. A rising vote oi thanks was rendered the genial host and | the cook of the viands.