Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 12, 1927 — page 156: what you’re looking at

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By JOHN H. x UMBER 1805 wins the fifteen- pound turkey!” shouted the man behind the packing case counter . as the wheel clicked around and _ slowly came to a stop. _ Bill and I eagerly peered at the number on our ticket. ‘“‘ Hooray, we win! I exclaimed. We pushed forward through the crowd and claimed our prize. “Luck is with you this afternoon, gen- tlemen. Better take a chance on the next bird,” wheedled the man behind the pack- ing case. But Bill and I knew enough about the game to quit at the proper time. We were satisfied. We had strayed into the place in the midst of the holiday-eve raffle, and on the spur of the moment had staked one of our three dimes on a ticket. We figured that if we won we would have The turkey’s ours!”’ THOMPSON a regular old-fashioned holiday feed, and if we lost we still would have enough left to buy two bowls of soup. Lady Luck smiled on us, and we drew number 180s. Lugging the big wooden crate in which the turkey was strutting proudly around, Bill and I marched out of the place with envious eyes focused upon us. We had visions of white meat and dark meat with dressing and gravy. As we set the heavy crate down on the sidewalk out- side to rest for a minute, however, we sud- denly realized that there were a few for- malities necessary to convert a feathered giant strutting about in a crate into a nice- ly browned delicacy lying on a platter with luscious drumsticks mutely raised heaven- ward, I wouldn’t kill a turkey or a chicken myself, and I knew that Bill was too ten- der-hearted to do it. Furthermore, neither of us knew anything about taking the out- | 150 Gomichooks (EO)