Hammer
Well, I got rid of one, and one like that is worth three ordinary ones. Where was I? Oh, yes, on this chair. That's right. Haha! Western cattle opened at fifteen-and-a-quarter. Yearlings and spring veal held a firm tone. And eggs were a little touchy on a falling market. Well, my mother and father talked it over and they finally moved to New York. They took a little house in the Bronx. And it was in that little house that Abraham Lincoln was born, much to my father's surprise. And that, boys and girls, was the beginning of the Lincoln Highway.
And now, friends, in view of the fact that Miss Polly's engagement is being celebrated here tonight, so to speak, I think a few words from her mother would be revolting. I now take great pleasure in presenting to you the well-preserved and partially pickled Mrs. Potter. Come on, now, give the little girl a big hand.