Box 113, Holland, Ohio.
. . . .Talking about those good old times and the meals we got while threshing with steam, I want to recall one instance. It was meal time at one of those shift-less places. (There was one on every run) where the chicken was placed in a large bowl along with the gravy. The separator man started to look for some favorite piece under the gravy when up came the feet. He pushed them down under and at the next try up came the head. That was enough for him so he passed the chicken bowl to the others who by this time had lost their appetite for chicken. The farmer's wife came in and asked 'Don't any of youse men like chicken'? The separator man replied 'No we are all vegetarians.'