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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 04, 1913, Image 17',
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A reverend gentleman was
examining a small school. In the
course of the examination the
particulars of the five senses pre
"Now, children, .what is the
ear the organ of?" the examiner
"Hearing," was answered by
"What is the eye for?"
"And the nose?"
"And the tongue?"
"Come, now," said the exam-
Miner, in a kind voice, "what do
you say the tongue is for?
"For puttin' out"
O'Toole was passing a bird
store when this sign caught his
"Step In. A Bargain Today. An
Elegant Poll Parrot Which
Speaks Seven Languages
O'Toole went in. "What are ye
askin' for the bird?" he asked.
"Five dollars, and it's a sacri
fice," said the dealer.
"I'll take it," said O'Toole.
"Put the beast in a cage, and send
it out to Mrs. Ellen O'Toole."
Then he continued on his way to
work. He could hardly wait to
get home, so anxious was he to
hear the parrot in his language
course, and when the whistle
blew he was the first man out.
Running home, he rushed in upon
his wife and exclaimed, with face
"Did the bird come, Illin?"
"It did, Dinny, and it's stuffed,
baked and ready for ye, but I'm
tellin' ye, Dinny, there's no more
than a pick on the thing."
"Ye cooked it?" screamed
"Sure," said Mrs. O'Toole.
" 'Twasn't to be killed, Illin,"
cried O'Toole. "Sure, the poor
green thing was a present to ye
'twas a talking parrot ! The bird
could spake sivin languages !"
"Well, why to goodness didn't
it say something?" was Mrs.
Fred I know where you can
swipe a fine little bull dog.
George Where ?
Fred Right across the nose.