Show POLLY IN A CYCLONE She Pl Bed Through it and Won a New Perch The daughter of an old board of trader satisfied a passing whim by purchasing a parrot Now her father is a man of very few words but this fact went for nothing with the parrot Before the green and yellow feathered linguist had spent so much as fortyeight hours amid its new j surroundings it proved itself able to outtalk out-talk the whole family The old board of trader is a kind indulgent 1 in-dulgent father but he is also one of the few men In this world who Knows when they have enough Poll was too much The daughter taught the bird to say ana do many bright things and among others to salute her father with Ah there howd you like the wheather This somehow proved an additional irritation to the old gentleman but nevertheless ho tried to smile and look pleasant under it After enduring tho pet beast for several sev-eral days the indulgent parent tried to coax his daughter to lot him take it dowa and exhibit it to the boys on change Secretly his point was to lose the parrot en route But no the daughter was too familiar with the plucking propensities of I her fathers associates to trust her sweet darling Poll in tho pit Things ran on I from bad to worse until finally one day I when the market had gone heavily against him tho old man went home with murder I in his heart Bolting into the house and gast his wife and daughter without seeing them he made Straight for the conservatory conserva-tory where perched the parrot No sooner bad he thrown open the door of tho exotic retreat than the bird shrugged himself him-self and cried Ah there I Howd you like the market today 1 Blank you I hissed the old man and I catching Poll by the legs he swung him round and round at arms length about his head a score of times and then dropped him on the floor for dead The daughter and mother having followed fol-lowed tho father on tiptoe stood speechless speech-less gazing upon tho exhibition from bo c ind curtains Presently the parrot began to show signs of recovery Ho got upon his feet wab bled to his pole ana after dexterous use of his beak and talons ho gained his perch Tb en looking about him in a dazed sort of way he shrieked Gee whiz how the wind blows Reconciliation between father and daughter came about with much laughter and Poll got a rosewood perch Christmas Little Johnny Tells a Story One time there was a young goto wich folt butty and there was a ole ram wich lay in the road haf a sleep chuno his cud The goto he had been shet up in a paster 01 his life an had never saw a ram an he sod to his sister the gote did You jest stan still an see me whipo that freak off the face of the erth S So tho gote ho went up before the ram and stomp his foots an shuke his hed real I frlteful but the ram he didnt git up but only jes kep a chune his cud and wotched out between bis i lashes BImo by the KOto ho backed off an tuke a run an then arose up in the air and come down with his hed I on the rams hed whack The gotes bed was busted but the ole ram he never wank his eye < Then the ole ram he smiled with his mowth an sed to the butte gotes sister sis-ter Pears to me miss that kangaroo of I yourn is mity careless where ho lites he come gum dasted near making me swoller my cud II Not in That Class It happened at the Hogden school A reporter re-porter had been in the kindergarten to see tbe exercises and was leaving tho builaing when he saw a little tot of a girl on the steps She was very pretty so the reporter re-porter thinking to say the proper thing remarked S Hello little girl waiting for Santa Claus 1 The little girl looked at him as if she felt sorry for him and said shortly Theres no such thing as Santa Claus No such thing Why who told you that thatA A look of supremo contempt spread over the pretty little face and with a haughty little air she said I aint in tho kindergarten Im in the first reader S The reporter took off his hat apologized and fled |