THE RED RUGS OF TARSUS
said his chickens would cost the school nothing. He was paying for them out of his Civil War pension. The chickens were photographed. Dr. Christie had a lot of prints made and sent to America. On the back of each photograph he wrote: "The lay workers of Tarsus." Now he has the laugh on all of us. The pho- tographs and Daddy's inscription have already brought in much more money in gifts to the col- lege than the chickens and photographs and postage cost. Typical ! Such a darling he is. He looks like Carnegie. If he had Carnegie's fortune, we should have to call him Daddy Christmas.
This is a great life. We may have evil-tast- ing fat made of melted-down sheep-tails, and no butter for our bread, but there are bowls of thirst-quenching bonny-clabber and rolled pats of buffalo cream. The rice may be half- cooked, and the bread may taste sour, but al- most any day I can send to the kitchen where the students' food is prepared and get a plate [58]
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