A Chicago mistress had given the butcher her daily order over the telephone. Later in the day she decided to change it a little, and countermanded an order she had given for some liver.
Calling up the butcher, she said:
“You remember that I gave you an order this morning for a pound of liver?”
“Yes,” answered the butcher.
“Well, I find that I can get along without it, and you need not send it.”
Before she could put down the receiver she heard the butcher say to some one in the store:
“Cut out Mrs. Blank’s liver. She says she can get along without it.”