Fit For The Gods

Young Man (to waiter)- Waifcer, I want some roaet turkey. üivo me the outside sik oïï the broost, a nico, large piece of tbe liver, and, as X om hungry, j uu migbt bring ma both socond joints. Waiter- Yes, sir; anjiin' elso. Young Man (contemplatively) - Ycs, there is somcttnnfj more I intondod to order. Let -me - soe Waiter - I guess it must ba the eartb. How'll you havo it