Breakfast


The Southern Colonel at Saratoga Springs, in the days before

prohibition, directed the colored waiter at his table in the hotel:



"You-all kin bring me a Kentucky breakfast."



"An' what is that, sir?" the waiter inquired doubtfully.



The Colonel explained:



"Bring me a big steak, a bulldog and a quart of Bourbon whiskey."



"But why do you order a bulldog?" asked the puzzled waiter.



"To eat the steak, suh!" snapped the Colonel.



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