Jones was discussing the Christmas dinner with his friend Robinson. “!>o you think you can tell th«* age of a turkey by the teeth?’’ asked Robinson. thinking of a way to trap his friend. “Yes,” replied Jones. “But that’s impossible,” laughed th«* other; "a turkey hasn't any teeth.” "No,” exclaimed Jones, "but I have."
So li\4‘ that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent hall 3 of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed 1!\ an unfuiterin" trust approach thy grave lake one who wrap the drapery of his couch About him and lies down to pleasant dreams.
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White Ribbon, Volume 37, Issue 435, 18 October 1931, Page 9
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