A few years ago there was some excitement at Grand Rapids over the
discovery of a bed or quarry of granite. Some of it was taken out, from
the top of the quarry, and polished, and proved to be as fine as any that
is imported. Further working of the quarry, however, has developed a
strange thing. The further they go down the softer it is, and it has been
learned that the quarry is all head cheese, such as is sold by butchers.
On top it is petrified, and polishes very nicely, but a little below it is
nice and fresh, and can be cut out with a knife, all ready for the table.
A friend in Milwaukee, who has an uncle living at Grand Rapids, has
furnished us with a quantity of it, some of which we have eaten, and were
it not for the fact that we know it came from the quarry, it would be hard
to convince us that it was not concocted out of the remains of a butcher
shop. The people up there talk of running Hon. J.N. Brundage for Congress,
on the head cheese ticket, in order that he may use his influence to get
head cheese adopted as an army ration, and also as currency with which to
wipe out the national debt.