C. T. Suddeth

My dad, Charles George Suddeth, was a machinist in a Michigan tool and die shop. Thanksgiving eve, employees received frozen turkeys. During the day, someone hid Dale’s turkey, replacing it with a Cornish game hen. After work, Dale opened his box, cussed the boss out, and hurled the Cornish game hen against the wall. Someone produced Dale’s turkey just before his blood pressure blew a gasket.