The Christmas Turkey

l Togive all good people ft flvne Cnrlstmn dinner I ---g]ad-1' ly rellnqulsh the pleasure of s living and hereby declare m y last --"- Tl Wlll, mul who tries to break lt wlll forfeittlie dinner he'U prlze. Now. know by these presenta, that I, Thomas Turk, lngnothlng for people too lazy to workdesire to be stufled and cremated wlth care and sklllfully carvedsothat each gets hls Bhare. My drum sticks I give to two nlce lUtle boys In hopes they wlll add many " pounds " to thelr joys ; niy "wlsh bone" must go to a sweet Uttle mald wuo'a wlsh wlll by Falries be surely obeyed ; my wings, heart and breast to the ladles must go, wlth plenty of "dressing" whlch pienses them so. My dark meat and gtzzard and livor so flne to men, lf they're thankful, I duly asslgn; to the oarver, provlded he's carved "on the square," I leave my own "Turk's cap1' he proudly may wear. And, now lf I happen, alas, to be tough, or, belng so hungry, yon don't get enough, picase flll up wlth pumpkin pies, yellow as gold, wlth all the sweet clder you ever can liold. But value iliis Turkey's last Ohrlstma bequest, who for you Just dies to you all may digest. Juk ( (