The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-10-21
SUCKERS OF SwII.i..
Brownlee, of Isenton, Blows His
BaZoo Concerning Hogs.

SW1lls
The grunt of the hog is heard in the
| land. The pig is model OF intelli-
gent construction. From his pointed
nose to the tail that gracefully curls
over his back and puts a comma, as
| it were to his construction, he is a
mass of grand thought waves. You
begin on the splendid head cheese, and
there are the elegant jowls, that come
along in the spring with the first mess
of greens, and with their sweet meat
and smokey flavor enrich the air OF
home. There are the ba0k-bOnes, with
the ingenious processes and the fine
favored bites of meat wound up there
in. How pleasant to see a family
around the good old rickety table,
with the glare of hunger in their eyes,
their faces shining with grease, gnaw-
ing back-bones and working around
the bony points after the sweet meat
that lies close TO the bone. We may
rise high in the world but we will
never forget the delight of prying out
the rich string of marrow. There is
the tendarlOin and the sausage. Oh.
the good old cOrn-shuck sausage, our
mothers made. Solid as a bullet,
smoked to gnat's heel. Will the
ambrOsia of heaven taste good as long
as our palate retains the memory OF
sausage? And then here comes the
spare ribs. The man who has never
assaulted a spare rib with the zeal
born of a wild appetite and come out
of the struggle slick, fat, greasy and
happy, with a handsomely skinned
pile of bones on his plate, knows
nothing of the real joys of life. And
there is the fragrant breakfast bacon.
The heroes of our wars have ven
GRAFTON of the bacon of the American
hog. They lovingly call it 'sow
belly" They can march on it and
fight on it. If you take piece OF
bacon and slice it thin and broil it
daintily and eat it hot with an egg of
recent age. you will need no quinine.
Don't forget the shoulders. There is
much to please you there. Trouble
fades away as yoa dig out the rich
meat from the blades. That other
great delicacy, pigs feet, comes from
the hog. We haye the kindest feel
ings for pigs feet. In the dead OF
winter. when the cold wind is bowling,
a pigs foot and chunk of corn pone
will cure the lock jaw. Possibly the
crowning glory of the pig is his ham.
1t makes that celebrated red gravy.
1t tastes like a kiss OF love. 1t re-
minds us Of that old minstrel song:
.'H am fat, ham fat frying in the pan.
Oh, get out into the kitchsn as quick as ere You
can.
It's ooch9 couche csuche and the ham fat man )
Pig. pig. pig, pig -o-o-ie. Here they
come. Miles of them. and 10000, 600
mouths water as they think OF the
dainties packed in the hide of our
splendid brunette Poland Chinas and
Berk shires and blond Chester Whites
and sunny Jersey Reds. Happy he
who can sa> Il had Il roasted pig tail
with my baked Murphy" Think of
the pork pic. the rOasts and the stews
and frys. and if you want to interlard
your thoughts you have to go in1er
the pig to get your lard. { y pig makes
man feel like a canEibal. For there
is much humanity in pig, or there is
much pig in humanity, one or the
other. And which is which: If there
is pig in humanity. maybe the canni-
bal is not bad judge of eating after
all. Just put down this paper in your
lap, put your specs up on your bald
place and see if you could study up a
better animal for mans use than this
same pig. You might study hun
dred years and you could not think
out better one. a more juicy. tooth
some one: Corn is king, but the root
of all things is the pig. Bread is the
staff of life, but the pig is our back
bone. We may solace ourselves with
Shakespeare, but we turn lovingly to
Bacon. Woman is mans rib. Oh,
yes. We feel like we want to eat her.
But we don't. We eat pig S rib. There
is significance in the fact that one OF
the sons OF Noah was Ham. You
ask an Englishman if he is and he
| an nswers, Il ham," Beware of the
soldiers of the nations who love hogs.
They will give you a solid root for
your money. On that great day when
the Spaniards went down in Manila
Bay, Dewey and his men had bacon
and ceffee in the interim. Some one
said shoulder arms, and you could
hear the tramp of fleet" and the can.
non bullets went ''souse" into the
Spanish fleet" And our boys showed
their "backbones, and the Spaniards
turned their tails to the storm and the
whole herd ran down into the sea and
you could hear the engines 'grunting'
as the eagle squealed victory. Dewey:
motto seemed to be "the whole hog OF
nome"
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