The Mrs. Kills A Turkey
(From the Clarke County Democrat 1937 reprinted in The Tuscaloosa News Dec. 8, 1937)
When the average man kills a turkey he assumes an air of nonchalance and sophistication intended to convey the impression that he had really expected to do it and belying the fact that he is about to burst wide open he is so swelled up over it. True, he usually “happens” to stop in town, where the prize is exposed to the admiring and envious gaze of his friends. But when a woman kills a turkey she emits a squeal of joy, does a war dance and goes through various other gymnastics, accompanied by numerous and varied noises which effectively put an end to any further hunting on that particular occasion.
Woman Turkey hunting by Puck ca. 1904 (Library of Congress)
She held it in her lap all the way to town
We know all this to be true because we were sitting beside our better half when she knocked over a fine gobbler Wednesday morning. There was no feigned modesty on her part, but setting out post haste for town, she held the gobbler in her lap all the way and each one passed along the road, regardless of race, creed or former condition of servitude, was treated to a glimpse of the turkey.
Reaching town, the streets appeared unusually deserted (to her) but she placed her prize on exhibition for the admiring gaze of all who could be gathered together. She now is busily engaged in relating the wonderful experience to all who will listen.