Mrs. Newlywed was eager to prove to her husband what a good cook she was, and on the servant s day off, set about cooking a chicken for his dinner. She plucked the fowl carefully, arranged it neatly in a pot, and put it in the oven. Two hours later she heard a loud banging on the oven door. She opened the door to find the chicken looking up at her piteously. Lady, it cried pleadingly, either give me back my feathers or turn on the gas. I m freezing to death in this oven!