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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 05, 1912, Image 16',
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Have you heard the pretty
I story, my children, of the great
' painters, Parrhasius and Zeuxis,
I and their famous contest, thou
i sands of years ago?
! Zeuxis, in proof of the excel-
lence of his art, painted a picture
' of grapes, and such was their per
' fection that the birds came and
pecked at them.
, But Parrhasius painted a pic
ture of a spare bedroom on the
wall of his flat, and invited Zeuxis
' up to supper.
They lingered over the supper
' until the last car had passed,
t Thereupon Parrhasius pressed his
rival to stay all night, and upon
, his consenting, showed him to the
, spare bedroom.
Zeuxis, suspecting nothing, re
x tired and slept soundly all night.
In the morning, Parrhasius re
vealed the truth and Zeuxis gen
"You've got my goat. You have
deceived the man who has deceiv
ed the birds."
Certain parties who had money
on Zeuxis, claimed that Parrha
sius fed their manknockout drops
for supper, otherwise he nevet
would have gone to bed in the
mere picture of a bedroom; but
they were nonsupported by the
Jack was a great cyclist, but
had very rarely been on a horse.
" On his holidays, when staying
with a sporting uncle, he thought
e would, like to follow the
hounds, which" were to meet near
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by. So he borrowed a young horse,
from his relative which was not
much accustomed to the htmting
field. At first he went steadily, un-1
til the horse being startled by a:
rabbit darting from a' clump of'
grass, broke into a mad gallop.
lhe rider was hung forward on,
the horse's neck.
"What are you doing, my. lad,
with your arm there?" jokinglyj
called out his uncle.
"I'm feeling for the brake," was
the muffled reply, "but J can't
find it." People's Friend.
Iceman Y'see,.a pound more
or less ain't much, lady seeing
it s-jest ice.
Custom er Yes,
but is it justice?
its just ice,
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