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.’
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.’
