Taste


A noted humorist once spent a few weeks with a tribe of western Indians.

On his return, he was asked concerning his experiences. One question

was:



"Did you ever taste any dog-feast stew?"



"Yes," was the melancholy reply. "I tasted it twice--once when it went

down, and once when it came up."



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It's all a matter of taste, as the old lady said when she kissed the

cow.



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The master of the house was hungry at breakfast, and swallowed a good

part of his bacon before he tasted it. Then he took time to protest

violently to his wife against the flavor of the food. The good lady

offered no apology, but rang for the servant. When the latter appeared,

the mistress asked a question that was little calculated to soothe her

husband.



"Maggie," she inquired serenely, "what did you do with the bacon we

poisoned for the rats?"



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