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Show RUINED A SALE. The Total Depravity of a Bird Sr;oi a Possible Sale. There is a dealer in parrots whos daily presence on Main street in Sai: Lake city is manifested by the gutter: squawks of his feathery merchandise. A couple of ladies, not toxoid to marry, perhaps, but at that prime of life wlie . poll parrots ami fat caisenter into the! existence, w ere standing before thecag this morning pricing the birds an-commenting an-commenting upon their brilliant gre; r plumage. "Do they talk?"' inquired one of the ladies. "Just one of 'em speaks, nia'ani. That fat, chubby one down there in thf. corner he talks, ma'am, like a policeman police-man ofPn duty." - "O-o-o!" gurgled the holies, "isn'. he too sweet to breathe. YTou dear de: lightfull little darling, you. Does polk; want a cracker. Oh! if he would onh speak! Polly! Polly ! Pretty poll, doe.-., you w ant a cracker?" The parrot stood it as long as it couli and closing one eye at a street gamin who was standing near, drawled out in solemn tones! "Oh, go to h 11." The dealer tried to explain to th:J ladies that that was the first time w ithin his recollection that lie knew of the parrot using profanity. But the ladies gasped out' "oh the little wretch" and lied. Times. |