friends, especially the G.A.R boys in Shelbyville, are enjoying a
good joke on their comrade, Mr. William Sarver,
who resides on the Michigan road, east of the city, and the joke is
rather an expensive one to him. The old gentleman, like
everybody else, occasionally wants to experiment on first one thing
and another, and having all his life heard of sugar cured hams,
decided that he would put his three large porkers down in sorghum
molasses, which he had a barrel of, and which would save to him the
expense of buying sugar. Accordingly, the meat was stored away
in a barrel and each layer covered with molasses, good and thick.
The meat was then covered up securely with the understanding that it
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February 25, 1897
Phyllis Miller Fleming