He Sold His Prize Pig.

Evening Star, Issue 7337, 8 October 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)

He Sold His Prize Pig.

At a New York theatre the other evening, in the midst of a play, a gentleman was annoyed by a couple of farmers in the row before him, who were earnestly discussing the merits of a prize porker—a fine sow recently purchased. It was very annoying, and, reaching over, he touched one of them on the arm and whispered " Excuse me, my friend, but how much is that sow worth ?" "About 12dol, I suppose." "Exactly," said the gentleman, taking out his pocketbook and tendering him a greenback ; " here is 20dol; now, as the sow is mine, just let her alone, if yo_ please." The neighboring audience snickered, and, although the crestfallen countryman made a hasty attempt to turn the tide of sarcasm by pocketing the note and handing over Bdol change, the bit was crushing in its effect, and all eyes were turned admiringly on the philanthropist millionaire, who leaned back and vastly enjoyed his popularity. But what the delegation from the rural districts said when they tried to buy beer with the twenty after the performance, and found it A counterfeit, is not slated. _________