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them. Besides, she has been picking
up her natural food in the stamps.
She ducks her head under the water
ajid scoops up water plants and
grubs that she likes.
And here-is news:
Gertrude hasSaid two eggs!
Fact. A week ago she began to act
rather abstracted and would -wander
away. I watched her and found her
piling up mud into a heap with her
bill until it was high enough for her
to sit on easily by straddling it. This
proved to be her nest One day there
was an egg, and yesterday there was
another. She at once became broody
and has started setting.
This morning, however, I found
Gertrude had svandered off the nest
I suppose she is careless and inex
perienced. I could not coax her back
on. It was up to somebody to keep
the eggs warm, so I sat on the nest.
Finally Gertrude sauntered back on
the job. Felt ashamed of herself, I
suppose. Say, if this thing proves to
be a success I'm going to stay down
here and go into the flamingo raising
I'm dreadfully enthusiastic about
that. But one thing disappoints me.
Gertrude hasn't warbled yet Maybe
she will when she hatches her young.
(To Be Continued Monday.)
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- MOVE ON, PLEASE
An army chaplain came .across a
baggage column with a wagon stuck
fast - , ,,'.
"Mei, I see you're in difficulties,"
he said, "Can IpQ, of any. assist
ance?"' "Yes, sir," exclaimed .one of the
drivers, "by maMngoyrself scarce.
You see, we can't very well say to the
horses what they'd understand while
Rockefeller's Christmas tree was
40 feet high. Takes a big tree to
cany those second-hand bricks they
beat mm. ' 1
By Berton Braley.
Here's your True Adventurer, here's
yotir errant Knight,
Here's your loyal soldier, unafraid,
'Tacking any worriment, chancing
Trouble's but the business of his
Cool and unabashable, humorous of
Cynical and flippant in his views,
Watching all life's comedy as it
Giving you its stories in the
Here's your True Adventurer, ever
on the job.
When there's something doing he
Battle, murder, sudden death fire or
These are varied perils he must
Send him to the tropic swamps, send
him to the pole,
Send him forth on any quest you
He will serve you faithfully, heart
and brain and soul,
Braving any dangers for the news!
Here's your True Adventurer, serv
1 ant of the Press
Just a plain reporter on the street,
Chronicler of human life, failure and
Cryer of romances, sad or sweet!
Playing FOR the gallery, never TO
Nothing ever moves him to dismay,
So he serves the world of men for'a
Here's your True Adventurer, To
day! A DIRTY TRICK
Old Fraud And after floating
about on the spar for three whole
days, Lwas finally washed ashore, sir.
Gent (impressed) Ah, and it
wouldn't hurt "you to be washed .
ashore again, either.