Pure, fresh stuff might be a trate to a city man.

When Dolan took sister Katie to New York with him, his boss sent them to a five-dollar-a-day house, and they thought they was some up.

By the third day poor Katie was cryin' for a square male.

She couldn't touch the butter, the eggs made her sick, and the cold-storage meat and chicken never got nearer her stomach than her nose.

So she just ate fish, because they were fresh, and she ate, and she ate, till if you mintion New York to poor Katie she turns pale, and tastes fish.