Can You Eat Crow?
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Can You Eat Crow?
Lake Mahopac was so much crowded, the past season, or, rather, the hotels in its immediate vicinity were, that the farm-houses were filled with visitors. One of the worthy farmers residing there, it appears, was especially worried to death by boreders<sic>.-- They found fault with his table-- this thing was bad and wasn't fit to eat-- and at last the old fellow got so tired of trying to please them, that he undertook as the last resource to reason the matter with them.
- "Darn it," said old Isaac, one day, "what a fuss you're making; I can eat anything."
- "Can you eat crow?" said one of his young boarders.
- "Yes, I kin eat crow."
- "Bet you a hat," said his guest.
The bet was made, a crow caught and nicely roasted, but before serving up, they contrived to season it with a good dose of Scotch snuff.
Isaac sat down to the crow. He took a good bite, and began to chew away. "Yes," he said, "I kin eat crow (another bite and awful face,) I kin eat crow, (symptoms of nausea,) I kin eat crow; but I'll be darned if I hanker after it." -- Isaac bolted.'
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- Originally printed in Saturday Evening Post (1839-1885), Philadelphia; Nov 2, 1850; Vol. XXX., Iss. 0, Article 1 5 -- No Title; page 4.
- Popik, Barry A., Studies in Slang, Gerald Leonard Cohen 2006, pp. 119-122. Re-printed from Comments on Etymology, October 2003, Vol. 33, No. 1, pp. 7-9.