Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-01-19

ing that new trot Joes been teaching
EN-
but, no. m'sieu," says Leon. "They
have become deceased-utterly."
"Wha "a a -at?' says I. "Oh oh
guess it amt as bad as that"
Pardon" says Leon, but / discover
them steef. les pieds dams lie ciel.
Thus, And he. illustrates by holdin'
both hands above his head.
Perhaps it would be best 10 in
vestigate," suggests auntie II have
no doubt Leon is right. Turkeys re-
quire expert care and handling, and
when you were so sure of raising
them | quite expected something like
this"
Yves, / know you did" says /. amy
way. let's take look"
!, And there they were, all six of EN-.
with their feet in the air, and as
stiff as IL they'd just come from cold
storage.
Like somebody had thrown in a
gas attack on EN-" says l. Good
night turks! You sure did make it
unanimous, didn't your
l expect my smile was kind OF a
sickly performance. for the last per-
son I'd have wanted to be III on the
obsequies was auntie. I will say.
though, that she don't. try to rub 1t
in. No, she tells of similar cases she's
known Of when she was girl, about
whole flocks bein' poisoned by some
thing they'd found to eat.
The only thing to do now says
she. lis to save the feathers"
"Eh? says /. gawpin'.
The long tail and wing feathers
can be used for making fans and
trimming hats" says auntie, while
the smaller ones are excellent for
stufting pillows. They must be pick
ed at once"
"Oh, I'm satisfied to call EN- a total
loss" says i.
A,tntie wouldn't have 1t. though.
She sends Leon for a big apron and
a couple Of baskets. and has mo
round up Joe to help. When | left
they were all three busy and the
turkey feathers were coming off fast.
All there was left for me to do was
to go in and break the sad news to
Wee
LAS a turkey raiser. I'm fiivver."
says L.
but / can't see that it's your fault
at ALL" says Wee.
Cant you?" says I. "Ask auntie."
If the next day hadn't been Sunday.
could have sneaked off to town and
lodged the little talk auntie insists
on giyin' about the folly of amateurs
tacklin' jobs they know nothing about
AS 1t is / has to stick around and
take the gaff. Then, about 10 o'clock
Basil Pyne has to show up and re-
open the subject.
"Oh, by the way" says he, "how are
the turkeys this morning? Are they
still practicing that wonderful duck
walk you were telling me about?'
Auntie has just fixed an accusin' eye
on me, and / was wonderin IL it would
be any sin to take. Basil out back
somewhere and choke him, when In
rushes old Leon with a wild look on
his face. He's SO excited that he's al
most speechless and all he can get
out is a throaty gurgle.
Fer the love of soup, let's have it,
says l. whats gone wrong, now"
1000 la lar says Leon. 1000 la
Lar
That's right, sing it. If you can't
"Parbleau! Nom de Dieu' Les din
donsv' he gasps.
"Ah, can the ding dong stuff, Leon,
says l, and let's hear the English
of It,"
"The--the turkeys" he pants out.
And that did get groan out OF me
"Once more." says L. Say, have 8
heart! Cant anybody think of q more
cheerful liner Turkeys. Well, shoot
it, They're still dead, l SUPPOSE
But, no." says Leon. 'They--they
have return to life"
"Oh. come, Leon" says I. You must
have been samplin' some of them wine
dregs yourself. Do you mean te
say
IF m'sleu would but go and oh.