The question of an oyster sociable had been
decided, and they got to talking about oysters, and one old deaconess
asked a deacon if he didn't think raw oysters would go further at a
sociable, than stewed oysters.
[Illustration: THE WANDERING OYSTER.]
He said he thought raw oysters would go further, but they wouldn't be as
satisfying. And then he went on to tell how far a raw oyster went once
with him. He said he was at a swell dinner party with a lady on each side
of him, and he was trying to talk to both of them, or carry on two
conversations, on two different subjects at the same time.
They had some shell oysters, and he took up one on a fork--a
large, fat one--and was about to put it in his mouth, when the lady on his
left called his attention, and when the cold fork struck his teeth, and no
oyster on it, he felt as though it had escaped, but he made no sign. He
went on talking with the lady as though nothing had happened. He glanced
down at his shirt bosom, and was at once on the trail of the oyster,
though the insect had got about two minutes start of him. It had gone down
his vest under the waistband of his clothing, and he was powerless to
arrest its progress.
He said he never felt how powerless he was until he tried to grab that
oyster by placing his hand on his person, outside his clothes; then, as
the oyster slipped around from one place to another, he felt that man was
only a poor, weak creature.
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