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17 Our Dumb Animals 105 (1884-1885)

handle is hein.journals/animals17 and id is 1 raw text is: gqVo AN73,, I would not enter on my list of friends, Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility, the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.- COWPER. Vol. 17. Boston, June, 1884. No. 1. Boil it Down. Whatever you have to say, my friend, Whether witty or grave or gay, Condense it as much as ever you can, And say it the readiest way; And whether you write of raral affairs, Or matters and things in town, Just take a word of friendly advice- Boil it down. For if you go sputtering over a page, -When a couple of lines would do, Your butter is spread so much, you see, That the bread looks plainly through; So when you have a story to tell, And would like a little renown, To make quite sure of your wish, my friend- Boil it down. Ion* to Stop a Mob. During the discussion of the ''Bee Keepers' Coti- vention held at the American Institute in Octo- ber last, Dr. S. B. Parsons, of Flushing, L. I., while speaking of his experience in Bee-keeping and his profits and losses, made the remark that he regretted that he didn't have an opportunity once of letting his bees loose on a New York mob: Said Mr. Parsons: During the draft riot of New York, one of the leaders of the mob sent me word that as I was an abolitionist they were going to pay me a visit. I gave my men ordersto set my hives of Bees on the edge of a veranda about fifteen feet from the ground, and when the mob came near, to knock them over, when I expected rare fun in seeing them scatter the crowd, but as the ferry stopped running the fun was spoiled. A capital plan this of Dr. Parsons-let it be re- membered bees will scatter a crowd with their lit- tle javelins quicker than police or soldiers with powder and ball. It is a mighty hard thing to dodge a hive of angry bees; running is the only safety, and a mobber will soon lose his pluck when swell stung. fLet all remember Dr. Parsons's plan to stop a mob. What a Chicago Band oflfercy School Girl Did'. A pair of mud-bespattered and tired horses struggled along near Douglas school yesterday. The driver, a burly Irishman, occasionally swung a black-snake Whip in the air and brought it down on the steaming flanks of the horses. The wagon was heaped with a load of hard coal; the street was rough and muddy. Just opposite the school house the man swung into a mud hole. The wheels sank in the yielding earth and the black- snake hissed through the air, the horses plunged wildly, and the pole pounded each horse alternate- ly, but never an inch did the wagon move. The driver sawed the lines until blood trickled from the months of the horses. Still the wheels re- mained buried in the mud. The driver climbed down from his perch. Ie inspected the wheels with a critical eye. Evidently satisfied that the fault lay with the team, he resumed the argument of the black-snake. A well dressed man stopped on the sidewalk. You ought to be arrested for abusing those horses, he at last remarked. The divil yer soy, irreverently responded the teamster. Do yer think oin doin' this fer fun ? He then industriously went to work with the whip again. I'm a member of the Humane society, and if you don't stop beating those horses I'll have you arrested. ''0 yer are, are yez? Oi'll give yez a taste o' whip yersilf in a hoully minit if ye don't leave me alone. Crack! crack! went the whip again. A peal of childish laughter came out of the school building, and a minute later a throng of the younger pupils appeared, bound for home. The little ones paus- ed at the sight of the struggling horses and the swinging whip, paused just a moment. Then out sprang a bright-eyed little girl right into the mud in the street. Aint you 'shamed, you big, bad man ? she cried, while the wind tossed the light brown locks about her flushing face, and the little hands. were clinched. You must stop. The teamster paused in amazement. The big whip trailed in the mud. Wall, wall, wall, he gasped; who be ye, little 'un ? Wan uv the Humane s'i'ity ? He tried to laugh. Yes, I am; here's my star. Now please don't hit them any more, said the little beauty, easting a pleading glance in imitation of the arts of more mature womanhood. It was all done in a mo- ment. The man on the street had not even started for a policeman. Oi don't know what the divil Oi kin do, des- perately answered the burly teamster, suddenly becoming very passive. He sat down on the curb- stone. Just then an empty coal-wagon camse rat- ting down the street. Say, will ye give me a pull ? yelled the teamster, springing to his feet. Of course, said the other driver. He un- hitched his team and hooked on to the pole of the mud-clogged coal wagon. The team had rested. Two teams pulled together, and, amid the juve- nile applause, the heavily laden wagon was landed high and dry on the pavement of the cross-street. She's amost loike little Peppy wat's gone, said the driver to himself, as he glanced back from his seat at the retreating form of the victo- rious little girl. Two little white streams coursed through the coal dust on his cheeks. -Chicago Drtily News. Saved by His Soui. It was getting near the gloaming, As toward the westering sun In the woodland I went roaming, With my powder-horn and gun. Now Dmy gun was double-barrelled, Loaded with the nurd'rous lead; And a red-bird sat andcarolled On a bough above my head. There he sat, and sang, and revelled In the light of heaven so blest; But my cruel piece was levelled At the gentle songster's breast. Yet he still was fain to linger On that leafy bough and sing; But my heart forbade my linger To impress the fatal spring. No, I'll not attempt thy capture, Nor destroy thy tuneful breath; Better far thy song of rapture Than the silent hush of death! So my weapon downward bringing, On my homeward road I sped; And I left the red-bird singing On the bough above my head. -John Franklyn.

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