The Colonel had insisted to his Negro cook that the Thanksgiving turkey be a domestic, corn-led, no wild fowl'. Came the -day and the Colonel cut into a beautiful, done-to-perfection turkey, frowned, cut again, then sent lor Sam.. "Didn't I tell you I wanted a domestic bird?" he thundered. "Yah, suli, dat's a domestic, corn-fad fowl." "Well', what about this shot Em finding?" Sam shuffled from one foot to the other. "Dat shot, Colonel suh, were meant fo' me.'"
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Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 6, Issue 45, 5 February 1943, Page 7
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79Untitled Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 6, Issue 45, 5 February 1943, Page 7
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