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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 12, 1912, Image 5

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HOW' SHOULD MRS. HOWE RETURN THANKS? BEING
THE TALE OF A RHINOCEROS' TAIL THAT SMELLED
Washington, Feb. 12. How
does one return thanks for a wed
ding present of a rhinoceros tail?
Or does one return thanks at
all for such a wedding present?
These be the questions that dis
turb Mrs. Walter Howe, former
ly Miss Mary Carlisle, leader of
the younger social set of this city,
and her friends today..
The rhinoceros caudal append
age arrived on Miss Carlisle's
wedding day. The wedding was
ope of the big social events of the
winter season.
Wedding presents of all kinds
and values had been pouring, in
upon Miss Carlisle. Only one of
her great friends had not sent
one Theodore Roosevelt.
At last, a few hours before the
wedding, a package arrived by
express. It was from Oyster Bay
and was addressed in the unmis
takable writing of the former
president.
Miss Carlisle gave a cry of joy.
Surely this would be the most
magnificent present of all. She
herself opened the package.
Her trembling fingers had only
half unwrapped the package
when a black, peculiar, snaky
looking object rolled and wrig-1
gled from the package to the
floor.
A scream of fright drew the
members of the family and the
servants.
"It's a snake," cried some one.
and the ladies looked about for
easy places, or arms, in which to
faint. "It must have crept into
the package in the express office."
"It it it doesn't smell like a
snake," said a muffled -voice. The
reason it was muffled was be
cause the person was holding her
nose in her handkerchief.
Miss Carlisle shook out the
paper that had been wrapped
around the package. There was
nothing else. Then someone no
ticed a card attached to the
"snake." And slowly the terrible
truth dawned.
It was not a snake. It was a
wedding the wedding present
even the one from the mighty
hunter, Bwana Tumbo. And
once it had waved proudly from
the hinter end of a rhinoceros
lord of the jungle. Also," it still
smelled of the jungle, and the by
ways thereof.
"Take it away please take it
away," said Miss Carlisle, faintly.
The butler, a "brave man,
though English and aitchless,
picked up the rhino's "brush"
with one hand. He used only one
hand because he was holding his
nose with the other.
"Take it , quite quite far
away," murmured the future Mrs.
Howe.
The butler took it quite, quite
far away, to a sequestered part
of the house, which is not used.
It, rests there in solitary dignity
just now, a sort of skeleton in the
Carlisle-Howe cupboard.
The Carlisle family did best to
keep the story quiet. Doubtless
the present was of great value itv
the eyes of the Hunter, Roosevelt.
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