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Show Mrs, Lovely Bird Spjt By MARY GRAHAM BONNER because they couldn't think of anything any-thing else to call us." Jnst then Mr. Hoatzln climbed to another limb, and he used his claws, neck and wings to get along. "How qneerly yon do move," said were calling on giving as a family name thought we should have been called monkeys. "We have a good many of the habits of the monkey family. But then we have no sense of humor, and they said that monkeys had, so they thought that name wouldn't do. "I don't see any sense In being funny, anyway." "Neither do I," said Mrs. Hoat-sin, Hoat-sin, who looked more stupid than ber mate. "I've also heard," said Mrs. Lovely Love-ly Bird, "that your family were very hard hearted. "It has been said that a member of your family could be shot down while sitting alongside you on the limb of a tree and that the rest of you would not mind at all." "True," said Mr. Hoatzln, "we're not wasting any of our time being fond of anyone." "Strange, strange creatures," said Mrs. Lovely Bird. "And why do yon live In those trees covered with thorns? They look so uncomfortable." uncomfort-able." "Oh, no," said Mr. Hoatzln. "We don't mind them.' We have our nests and we are quite contented. "Nothing bothers us, nothing makes us particularly happy or sad or gay or gloomy." "Strange, strange creatures," said j Mrs. Lovely Bird again. 1131. Western Newapaper Union.) MR. HOATZLN BIRD was sitting on the limb of a tree, In the far off country where he lives. Along walked Mrs. Lovely Bird, who had been so named because Bhe was so beautiful and so lovely. "Good morning," said Mrs. Lovely Love-ly Bird politely. "Good morning," said Mr. Hoat-sin Hoat-sin Bird calmly. - Just then Mrs. Hoatzln and the children Joined Mr. Hoatzln on the branch of the tree and sat looking at Mrs. Lovely Bird. They looked far from intelligent and they didn't seem to notice what a lovely bird she was. "Won't you tell me something of your life's history?" asked Mrs. Lovely Bird. "What do yon want to know?" asked Mr. Hoatzln. - "Well." said Mrs. Lovely Bird, 'I've heard It said that you couldn't sing." "Quite true," said Mr. Hoatzln. "we can't so much as warble." "Indeed, Isn't that sad." said Mra Lovely Bird, very sympathetically. "I don't see why It Is sad. We don't cure whether we know how to sing or not "It makes not a particle of difference." dif-ference." "But I've also heard It said that you could hardly fly at all," said Mrs. Lovely Bird. "We can't We're really hardly birds at all, but somehow they called os birds years and years ago Mr. Hoatzln Climbed to Another Limb. . Mrs. Lovely Bird. "loo really creep like a snake. "Did I hey ever think of calling yon a snake?" "Yes, they thought of It, I believe, be-lieve, but then we're not like the snakes because we cannot really crawl at all. "Now some of the people who |