Pulp Fiction, 1920 · page 164 of 164
Argosy All-Story Weekly, November 13, 1920 — page 164: what you’re looking at
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Going home 4o hurkey and. 4rimmin’ S THANKSGIVING DAY last year. * * * | ATE my chow. ag * * ALONE in the big town. * = * AND THE TURKEY was all. * % # NEATLY VARNISHED and had. x * a | NICE LITTLE paper pants. & oe = ON BOTH its legs. % * * AND TASTED strongly. ¥ * 4 LIKE NOTHING at all, * € % BUT THIS year. *% * MAN ALIVE, I’m going home, % ad % AND THEHE will be. « ue % A COUNTRY turkey. *% % * DONE TO a turn. * LS * BROWN AND savory. CRISP AND flaky. SENDING UP little clouds. * * x OF TANTALIZING stcam. zie U3 F MAKING NOSTRILS wrinkle. AND PALATES quiver. + * * OH BOY, real turkey. * +* * AND THEN afterwards. * * * With acknowledgments to K. C. B. ABLE TO breathe. * * * BUT NOT to bend. *% * * VLL REACH for a smoke. * * + THAT’S THE real turkey, too. % & x COSTLY AROMATIC Turkish. * * % BLENDED WITH the best. * * * OF MELLOW Domestic leaf. * # ¥ AND ONCE again—oh boy. t + *& CAN’T YOU just hear me. * * * INFORMING THE world. * * 4 “THEY SATISFY.” * * ® ‘ie real Turkish tobacco that goes into Chester- fields—really grown in Tur- key and bought on the ground by our own buyers. To blend it with best Domes- tic, in the exclusive Chester- field way—leave that to us! “They Satisfy?”’ We’ll leave that to you. ORE MUS Say #@RESS, NEW WoO.tK