The Sausage Machine

The Chicago girl had been unusually manifest. She had to!d them all about the Auditorium - not mentioningits external ilirtiness - and the waterworks building, which Oscar Wilde describes as looking like a choine collection of pepper pots, and she had naively aud 3asual)y referred to one World's fair. When the New York girl said soinething about a nmnicipality upon the islaud of Manhattan, the Chicagoan assumed a blank expression and reniarked: "Oh, vos. 1 reinember; we had to pass thrormh it nu our way to Europe. " Then she began to boastof oueof Chicago's proudest works of art, notwholly unknowii to the otliers, as, indeed, what is tliere belon,a;inp td Ihicago that is permitted to remain unknown? Itwasa ï:in.-.:ge machine of some sort, and it was remarkable forits celerity. "Why. you put tho live pig in at the top, " bragged the Chicago girl, "and in less than ten minutes the loveliest link aansages that yon ever saw come dropping cut telow. " Ever. the placid soul of the Philadelphia nmiden was stirred at tfais. "Indeed, " she said calmly, "Well, our quiet Quaker City methods go ahead of that. Wc have u machine in Philadelphia whore you put tho lovelier-t link sausagea that you ever saw in at the top, ■ and in lesa than tea minutes tha live pig drops out below. " Whereat the Chicatro crirl'a iaw droDDed wilh a heavv claug