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Show LITTLE. TIME FOR SENTIMENT Bird House Attendants All Too Busy to Bother About Legendary Stories or Myths. The visitor approached one of the gayly uniformed attendants who spend their days in the bird house of the Bronx park zoological gardens. This privileged being must, she thought, have imbibed at least a touch of sentiment. senti-ment. "Isn't there," she asked, "some story, some myth, connected with that pigeon which has on its breast the red plotch like blood from a bullet wound?" "Story? Myth? Git off! 'Course there ain't no story about it. It's just a red feather or so that's all. The bird was born that way. See?" "But where do they come from? There must be a story, some " "I tell you there ain't nothin' about 'em. As to where they grow, I think it's the Philippines." A slightly more affable attendant did disclose the name of the pigeon. It was called blood-breasted, and it did come from the Philippines, put if there was a story and there must have been none of the liveried information infor-mation bureaus knew it. No sentiment for them! They only said, "Keep to the right!" when the inquirer became too persiistent. New York Evening Post. |