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FOURTH OF JULY SHOWS MIKEY MONK BRIMMING OVER WITH PLUCK AND SPUNK
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Al last the glorious Fourth had conic!
The Monkey noglmont with drum
And life marched up Fifth Avenue
Before the .Mayor to review.
Along tlio sidewalks wns arrayed
A crowd to view the Mi: parade,
And flags nml bunting floated free
Above the valiant Company.
The Monkeys nil lobked very fine
As iirotidly they marched up the line,
And little Teddy heat his drum.
Dum, dlddle-dum, dlddle-dum, dtim-dum.
Mow firmly Johnny held his Flair!
And not n step was een to lap,
Milt with a military tread
Knch Monkey foot went straight ahead.
"Yankee doodle, doodle-do,"
And "Marching through Georgia," too,
And every other wartime pone.
They played us they all marched along.
Brownie, the Leader of the Band,
His baton waved high In his hnnd,
And everybody yelled "Hurray!
That Monkey Hand knows how to
play!"
Of course they did, they'd practised
haul
"Most every day In (Joorglo's yard.
And each one knew ho well hln part
Without his notes he playi d by heart.
And when each Mine was played com
plete. Then little Drummer Teddy beat,
Heat like everything his drum,
Dum, dlddle-dum, didille-dum, dumdum!
THE CLEVER CAT'S KITTEN
COACH.
'Whore's my other roller skate?
Where's my other roller skate'" shouted
Freddy, ns ho ran up and flown stair,
All over the hou-c. looking under the lieds
under the couch, in tlio kitchen ly the
cellar stairs. "Where's my other roller
skate?" he cried out almost on the orgo
of tears. You'd think, perhips, that a
boy of Freddy's size would Ik; ashamed
to cry: well, so he was, hut he came near
doing it tills lime.
And all became he couldn't llnd one of
his roller skates. You may ask: Why
didn't he take more tare and remember
where ha put it? Unfortunately Freddy
had never been broken of tho carolers
habit of throwing his playthings, when
he had finished with them, into any cor
ner of the room. Ho was spoiled and that's
all. If he couldn't llnd anything at first
ho knew that hii little sifter C'l.ir.i would
tell him where it was If among his
numerous plaything ho had lo.-t some
thing, his lA'A'Ikill for in-tance, ho only
hud to express a wMi for it and a soft
Jtttlo voice would como, say," from ono
comer of the porch:
"Fleddy, I link I saw your twill under
tho washtubs in tho tichen," It was
from Clara, who would b sitting thcro
piming her comical looking rag doll.
2-it this time. Clara did not tell her
brother whero ho could lind the missing
skate.
"Tint's funny,'' thought Freddy, "may
be she has It, and doesn t want mo to know
it " What ridiculous (ideas peoplo get
into their heads when they urn angry!
What uso would one of Freddy s roller
skates be to little 1 Lira? I! was too big;
her tiny foot would bn lo-t in it.
During all this limo some members of
the family Knew where Ihe rollorsknto was.
Who do you think t liny were' Tabby
Snatch, tin' cut, and her only child, Miss
Kitty Hr,-.iti:!..
Now betoro wo go luither it Is only
air that wo right a great wrong done to
A' ' "V
Tabby Scratch. It is in regard to this
family name of "Scratch." 'I ho name
did not lit her, she inherited it, but not
the disposition from her father that old
quarreller but good inouser, Mr. Tom
Scratch. No, she wouldn't harm or
scratch any one, not even Freddy, thu
cat leaser there, it's out now "Freddy,
the cat teaser." For that's what ho was.
And the reuton ho couldn't llnd his skate
was because in playful revenge for the
many torments she hud been submitted
I to in the past. Tabby had borrowed it
to us,- as a kitten couch. It started, von
see, something like this: little Clara used I
to glvo Kitty Scratch rides in her doll's
b.lbv coach. Tho cat enioved it verv
much and got so accustomed to tho rides
that whenever she didn't get ouo of an
afternoon she'd set up a terrible meow
ing. One day recently it happened that
Freddy's ban' ball broke the. spokes in
j the baby coach so that it could not I'
ii'wh! and Kitty did not get her usual
outing. My, what rat music she did
make! Mamma was in despair at tlrst,
sho didn't know what to do. Though she
soon thought of something -mothers '
nro quick to think of the right thing to I
do whero their children nro concerned, !
even cat mothers it was to use onn of ,
Freddy's roller skates ns a kitten conch, i
So to quiet Kitty, sho simply took ono
of tho skutns, put her child in it, fastened
the strap so tliut sho wouldn't fall out
and there you are. '
If it had leen anything of Clara's, tho
mother cat wouldn't have borrowed it '
without permission. Clara was so good
to her, it was a pleasure to feel those tiny
pink paws Tabby called them paws -smooth
her fur and tickle her tinder the
forearm pits. Hut as for Fred's toys,
such a good clianco to get even! Oh,
those many, many tail pulling, and the
fur rilblied the wrong way too.
Ilaiuy days were trying one for Tabby.
On thoso days Freddy couldn't go out to
play and to pass his timeaway,.indagain
boe.uiNo ho was vexed he'd torment tlio I
poor cat. Hero was a lino day come, the I
day wo are ho,ikiug of, when ho was 1
mint anxious to go out and skato on
the newly paved asphalt street, and ho
couldn't find his oilier skato. Needless
to say ho wan furious. Clara couldn't J
tell him whero his plaything was, cause
she didn't know herself.
Tho clever oat had gonn to tho other
side of the house, trundlingKitty up and
down on a liltlo used walk. And that's
how Fred had to go out with but one
roller skato.
"If you don't bolievo this cat tale,"
Tabby says, "bo convinced: hero is a
Picttiro of Freddy rolling along on ono
foot."
WHAT ARE CORK LEGS?
One olten meets with n description,
especially In some of the older novels, of
men with cork legs, and upon reading
lb" graphic accounts of some of these
old na dogs, for most of them wuru
(iiillnrs, one would naturally think they
hail nrtlllclal legs made of cork.
Hut iirtlliilnl legs nro never made of
cork. They do not get their tinmo trnm
the material of which, but from the
place at which, they were made. This
was not tl It y of Cork In Ireland,
but Cork street, off Piccadilly, In Lon
don, which was the headquarters for
the iiiiillclul limb trade In the old davs.
just as certain streets are known hh tho
locality for certuln wholosalo businesses
In our big cities to-day.
FLIGHT OF SPEND-A-PENNY
Brown Hen's chicks weie exactly two
hours out of the shell when they lirst
attracted Spend-a-lVnny's attention,
Spend-a-IVnny he had been called
for Just one-half of his life of six ad
venturous years. An affectionate aunt
had presented him with a gold pUvo on
his third birthday, lie had purclriscJ
a "penny's woif uv bonbons" from a
passing vender, lie didn't wait for his
change, and the vender didn't wait
around either. So that's how he got his
new name, and until he was quite a
big little chap every coin ho got was
rated as a pi nny.
"Come, Mamma, come right here
quick'" he shouted from his observa
tion point near the barn.
"What is it, Spend-a-l'enny," cried
Mamma, running quickly from the
house, thinking some harm had come to
her little boy so excited was he.
"Look here. Mamma, Brown lien's got
a whole lot uv canary birds! Now I
can have ono In a cage near my crib.
I want one right away. 1 want one
right away, Manimu. (Jet me one, please,
Mamma. I tried to tret one from Brown
Hen, but she's mail about something,
'cause she Hew nt me."
"You can't have one of Brown Hen's
cnnarlcs just now, dear little Fenny,"
said Mamma gravely. "After a time when
Brown Hen Is In better temper we'll
see about It. Let her alone now. She
might peck nt my little son's eyes."
After a moment or deep thought and
serious contemplation of Brown Hen's
ten little peeps, Spend-a-l'enny turned
to Manuka with a perplexed look.
"Mamma, where did those canaries
come from?"
"Now, little Fenny, since Mamma must
explain It nil to you, she will tell you
first they are not canaries. They are
Ifrowu Hen's little children-chickens
tho same as you are my little chicken."
"But I ain't a chicken. Mamma. 1 got
no bllt an' I gut no fuzzy tall, an' I got
tlve toes. Hut where did Brown Hen's
children come from?"
"nut of the eggs, little Fenny. The
same sort of eggs you like Mamma to
have bulled for you."
"Hut I never found a chicken In my
boiled egg, Mamma, How can you make
those little peepers como out of the
egg?"
"They mustn't be cooked, dear little
Fenny, .lust kept warm for many days.
Brown Hen sat on them, spreading out
her wings to keep them warm, By and
by 'crack-crack' went the shells and out
walked the little chicks. Just had to be
kept warm, little Spend-a-Fenny. Just
had to be kept warm. If Brown lien
had not kept them warm some other
hen might, and If no hen, then some
times they put tho eggs In a big glass
case and hatch the little chicks out that
way,"
"They Just have to bo kept warm,"
nodded Spend-a-Fenny sagely. Mamma
kissed him and took him Indoors. Fully
nn hour longer she lind to answer ques
tions, and when Fa pa camn homo he
took up tho task of explaining where
Mamma had left off.
But Spend-n-Fenny could not have
ono of tho little chicks In his room near
his crib. He begged hard, but Brown
Hen would listen to none of his plead
ings, and Mamma kindly hut firmly sided
with Brown Hen. Day after day for a
week Kpond-n-Fotiny followed Brown
Hen and her brood about. He got up
early, when Fupa went to town, In or
der to bo awake when the little chicken
family began the day's programme.
It was po use. He found that Brown
Hen hail been up long ahead of him and
was away off In the fields clucking to
her chicks and digging them worms.
One day at noon he found the peeping
family In the orchard. Ho threw somo
corn to Brown Hen In hopes of getting
her to lend him a chick to carry home
until nightfall. Brown Hen took the
corn, but Hew al him when ho at
tempted to take one of her family. He
followed tho chicks fur an hour, Ills Up
quivering with disappointment.
Then ho walked disconsolately to the
kennel and told Hover all about It.
Often he and l!oer talked on all topics,
Spend-a-Fenny never usUed Hover
questions In these talks, just told him
!i!h views of Ufa u!" he lmd found life
In Ids sticnuous six- years. And Hover,
you may depend, fully understood, for
By David M. Cory
And every boy who looked nt Ted
That night before ho went to bed,
Begged his Papa to Ret ft drum
Ho ho could ."dum, dlddle-dum, dum
dum!" They hadn't marched so very far
When, suddenly, they hear a Jar.
A cannon cracker, biff and fat,
Had knocked off Captain Mlkey's hat.
A .boy behind a lnre tree trunk
Had thrown tho thing at Mlkcy Monk.
It was a naughty thing to do,
And also very dangerous too.
I s'pose he thought that Mlkcy Monk
Would bo so scared he'd loso his spunk.
But Mickey never winked on eye,
"Halt!" everybody heard him cry.
Away the boy began to run,
It really Isn't quite such fun
When you're found out; you wish you
had
Been well behaved instead of bad.
A Tark rollccman on his beat
Had heard this bad boy's scampering
feet,
And holding tight lib helmet's brim
Ho ftnrted running after him.
But Mtkey knew that Copper fat
Could never run as fust us that,
And so he called to Bill and Bob
! And quickly put them on the Job.
onto In a while he would turn n sym
pathetic gaze on little Fenny and rub
his nose against the llttlo chap's cheek
stuck close to his. And unless Mamma
kept Hover chained near Ids kennel he
followed Spend-n-Fenny nil over, bark
ing and growling away any danger that
threatened.
When the chicks were two weeks old
a great clucking was heard In the barn
yard ono morning. Fapa and Mamma
went out to see what was tho matter.
There was Brown Hen running about
with misery and anger blended In every
move she made. Her chicks were gone!
Spend-n-Fcnny wept for nearly an
hour when he woke and heard the
news. He searched and searched all
over the. fields and through the orchard
and through the garden and all
over the barn. Finally the news came
from Neighbor Applcgato that a fox
had been run down and shot after he
had depleted hulf a dozen hen roosts.
Then Spend-a-Fenny wept anew.
For several days he brooded, telling
Hover all utxjut "ft. Mamma when she
heard his prayers at night always had
to give a promhe as to how soon there
would be more chicks. Thus reas
sured Spend-a-Fenny would doze off,
but In the morning ho would mourn
again,
A sudden thought came to Spend-a-Fenny.
He would gather eegs and get
Brown Hen to set on them and "keep
them warm." Kvery day for a week
he hunted through tho barn and the
'barnyard listening eagerly for the
cackle he had learned to know meant
that some proud hen had Inld another
i gg. Straight he would go to the nest
and renin, e the egg. By and by he had
ten of them hidden beneath the seat of
the old runabout that had been out of
commission for a year.
He did nut tell Mamma about gather
ing the eggs. No, he didn't say a word
- although he should have done so
even when Mamma said to Fap.i at the
Sunday morning breakfast table:
"I can't understand what the matter
Is with our hens. I have been one and
two eggs short of our average for the
last few days. I wonder It there arc
tramps about."
Spend-a-Fenny meant to tell his
mother when she said this, but when
lie thought of how he would stirprlso
her with ten llttlo chickens, he kept
quiet as though he knew nothing about
the matter.
So he got some corn and called: "Here
chick, chick, chick! Here, chick, chick,
chick!"
The first hen that came running up
wns Brown, the very ono he 'wanted.
She clucked and picked up tho corn.
"Come with me. Brown Hon," said
Spcnd-n-Fcnny, trying to seize her. "I
want to put you on somo eggs so we
will havo somo more chicks. Come
right with me."
But Brown Hen drew nway, only re
turning when 'little Fenny throw her
corn. Flnnlly Spend-n-Penny 'darted
on her nnd seized her despite her strug
gles and pecklngs. Ho bore her In tri
umph to the old runabout and pressed
her down on tho ten eggs ho had col
Icetcd. "Now you stny there, Brown Hen,
nnd ralso ten moro nice llttlo chicks
that the fox won't get this time, I can
tell you."
But tho Instant ho released his hold
on Brown Hen she flew off tho nest
and scurried out to the yard. Spend-a-Fenny
followed her about for nn hour
until after several corn conxlngs ho was
able to grab her again. This time ho
pushed her down on tho eggs and
placed nn empty peach basket over tho
box nnd a stone on top of tho basket.
In two mlnu'es tho stono and basket
had been toppled over and Brown Hen
was out In the ynrd again hunting
worms. ,Hpond-n -Penny sorrowfully
tried one, two, three other hens who
might llko raising chicks bettor than
Brown Uen, but with no better suc
cess. In despnlr he chased Crimson
Comb, tho big Jaunty rooster, who also
Indignantly refused to emalii seated
upon the eggs when pushed over them
by Spend-a-Penny.
That night when little Penny was
tal. en to his crlh by Mamma nio saw
ho was troubled,
"What is It, little son?" she asked.
"1 want some little chickens," ha
sobbed until Mamma soothed him off to
a doze.
Next day at noon Mamma went to
call Spcnd-a-Ponny for lunch, but sho
heard no answering "OO-OO" from her
llttlo boy. She went out on the road
nnd called, then back to the barn to
tho edge oi the wood and cried his
name again and again. She ran to
Neighbor Applegate's to see If he had
strayed there, nut they had not seen
him. Then other neighbors were culled
on and Papa In thu city was telephoned
so that he came In by the next train.
All up and down the roads tho
searchers went. Flnnlly Papa said:
"Let Hover smell his shoe and he v, 111
soon trace htm up."
So they Tin to the kennel to un
chain Hover. But to tlnlr surprise and
ahum the dog too was missing. No
trace of him could be found anywhere.
Then Manimu begun to cry und Papa
looked very troubled nnd stern. "Men,
we must find my little son. I'll give
a thousand dollars for tidings of him.
Search Irverywhcro and your trouble
will not go unrewarded. We must
find him, men. we must find him."
But Neighbor Applegnto and tho
others told Papa they would hunt Just
as hard without tnklng a penny of his
j money. And so I hey started through
I the wood calling every llttlo while:
I "Oh, Spend-n-Fenny, Spend-n-Penny,
come right home to Mamma and Papa'
Spend-a-Penny, Spend-a-Penny, como
home to your dinner!"
' And they walked deeper and deeper
. Into the wood, so that there was very
I little sunlight and It was almost like
. night. They walked nnd walked and
walked, more anxious every step
j At last what do you think? In a
' little glade near n purling stream they
' came upon Spend-a-Penny. There he
i was sound asleep with his head rest
Bug on Hover's side. The good dog
piad lain down nt his llttlo master's
i oiiioiitnu, cooieiii iu mane a pinow oi
himself and stand guard nt the same
time.
Mamma rushed to her little son nnd
caught him tip to her breast. Papa
grabbed him to hug too. Neighbor Ap
plegate rubbed little Penny's bnre legs
and arms to see If he was hurt.
Spend-a-Fenny rubbed tils eyes In
n dazed way. When he got wide nwako
he said to Mamma:
"Mamma, don't make Hover come back
to his kennel to-night. I want him
to stay where ho Is."
"Why, little Penny! Why do you wish
to be so cruel when Hover has been so
good nnd faithful to you? Besides, he
must be hungry,"
"But I wnnt him to stay where he Is
so he can keep them warm," sobbed
Spend-a-Penny.
"Keep what warm, llttlo Penny?"
asked tho astonished Mamma.
I "Tho ten eggs so we can hnvp ten
llttlo chicks," tho llttlo boy walled. "Ho
can keep them warm and hatch them
out. That's what I brought him for.
Do let him hatch them out. Mamma.
They ure underneath him now."
Sure enough, they found tho eggs
under Hover.
And when Spend-n-Penny grew up to
be a man and had a little son of his own
he used. to tell him the story. But his
llttlo boy used to wnnt to know why
Hover wasn't allowed to stay In tho
woods and hatch out tho chickens, nnd
whether Hpend-a-Ponny-Pnpa ever did
havo ten llttlo chicks ngnln, nnd what
they were llko und what becnino of
Brown Hen nnd many moro questions.
And Hpend-a-Penny-Papa would have
to tell about how Hover lived to be a
very old dog, and how Brown Hen had
twelvo other rtilcks, ono of which grew
up exnetly like her, nnd how finally they
must go visit ( J rami ma nnd Grandpa
soon so as to sea it there were any
new llttlo peepers around such ns little
Spend-a-Fenny liked so much and
thought at first were canaries.
AN OLD ENIGMA.
Cut off my head and singular I act:
Cut off my tall and plural I appear:
Cut off both head nnd tall and, wondrous
fart,
My middle's left, yet nothing doth ap
pear. What Is my tall cut off? A sounding
sen.
What Is my head cut off? A "roaring
river,
Amid whtise mingled depths 1 wander
free,
Parent of well known sound, the mule
forever.
PATSEY'S PUZZLES.
When Pat soy went to the studio the
next afternoon nnd Mr. Pantoor handed
him thu card with his answer to the last
question written on the back of It, Put
soy had to scratch his head for a min
ute before he saw through the catch.
The question was:
"Which can walk faster n man with
a sack of flour under his arm or a man
with two sacks on his back?"
The answer that Mr. Pantoor wrote
was that two sucks would not weigh
moro than two or three pnunds, whereas
a sack full of flour would weigh about
a hundred pounds. When Putsey ex
plained this to the Idlers that evening,
he knew hytht look on their faces that
they had held high hopes of downing
him on that one.
"Well, Pat soy," remarked Billy, "you
seem able to explain most anything.
Perhaps you can read this one for us,"
and he handed Fatsey another of their
little, puzzle cards, which was duly
placed In position on Mr. Pantoor's desk
next morning.
CAN YOU READ THIS?
After a moment's thought, Mr. Pan
toor felt sure that he had seen this be
fore somewhere, and presently he recol
lected It and wroto the solution on the
back as usual.
What wus It?
SOME OLD CONUNDRUMS.
The solution to the enigma beginning
"I counterfeit all bodies, yet hnve none,"
Is
A mirror.
Tho answer to tho charade begin
ning: "My first Is ploughed for various
reasons und grain Is frequently burled
In It to llttlo purpose," Is
Tho Sea-sons.
Tho first of the conundrums was:
"If a tiiugh beefsteak could speak,
what Kngllsh poet' would It name?"
Chaucer, tChuw sir! )
The second was: "If a pair of spec
tacles could epuk what ancient hls
torlun would they name?" Euscblus.
(You see by us.)
Here Is u little enigma which some
persons can see through almost ns soon
as they read It, but to others It Is
very puzzling:
We are airy little creatures,
AH of different voice and features.
One of us In glass Is set,
Ono of us you'll find In Jet.
Ono of us Is met In tin.
And the fourth a box within.
If tho last you should pursue,
It can never fly from you.
Somo of tho boys nnd girls that are
studying French may bo able to give
tho answer to this llttlo riddle, which
has always been a great favorite with
French children:
Je suls co quo Jo sills
Ft Je no suls pas co que Je suls;
SI J'etnls co quo Jo suls
Jo ne serais pas co quo Jo Bills,
The following llttlo charade should be
easily guessed, as tho second syllable
Is very clour:
When frost and mow o'ersprcad the
ground,
And chilly blows Hih nlr
My first Is felt upon the check
Of every tady fair,
Away went Billy, Bobble, too,
Like lightning both those Monkeys nVtv,
Across tho stone fence round the Park
They vaulted lightly like npark,
And o'er the gross nml far away
Brave Captain Mlkcy to obey.
And when the naughty boy looked haiK
And saw tho monkeys on the track,
I guess tie wished again that he
A better boy had tried to be!
Not for a moment did they stop
And soon they left behind tho Cop,
Who felt he'd run about enough,
And now sat down to pant and puff,
While every leap brought nearer still
That naughty boy to Bob and Bill.
Just one more step the boy Is caught,
And now a lesson will bo taught
Back to tho Ileglmcnt they bring
Tho culprit, scared llko everything1, j
"Lock him up!" the people cry, '
"Ho might have put out Mlkey's eyel'i
"Call tho Patrol!" some others shout,
"He is a. nuisance without doubt!"
But MIkey said, "Bring him to me,
I want to ask him quietly
If he Is not ashamed to And
An Animal Is much more kind
Than he Is; I will let htm go
Because his mother dear, I know,
Would cry and weep till she was pale
If I should have him Kent to Jail."
"Oh, thank you," the Bad Boy replied,
"I'll go back to my mother's side,
And promlso her, as well I should,
Hereafter to be very good."
In earth's cold bosom lies my next.
An object most forlorn,
For often cruelly 'tis used.
And trampled on with scorn.
Amid the dismal shades of night,
My whole Is bright and gay.
Though dark und gloomy It appear;,
Kxposed to open day.
Tho three conundrums that follow
are very old, but they may be new to
you Just as those you hear now will
be old somo day, but still now to somo
persons:
1. When Is a man truly head ever
ears In debt?
2. When Is n man thinner than a
lath?
3. When Is a chicken's neck like
bell?
NONSENSE RHYMES.
Hero Is the correct reading of th
last Nonsense Ithyme, the parts that
were Indicated by a device of any Mnl
being placed In brackets:
In a house on the top of a lilllj
Lived a doc tor who cured with i
Pill
But one day It was said
That the doctor was dead
Although nobody knew he was 111.
Some of the youngsters tried to work
In ""4 hours" as part of the rhyme, but
It would not fit the metre. Twenty-four
hours Is one day. The pill did not lmtlicr
them much, apparently, perhaps becausa
It rhymed with hill.
The chief sticking place seems tnhais
been the part that was "all arms nnd
legs," although It should have been ea-y
to guess that If a thing Is all arms anil
legs It has no body. Some made the
curious mistake of getting the last 1 1 mi
f i, J
theherr
came
c c
late, 4
bvm the
the y,
R.FF
as It It read, "nobody knew he w.i. la
pain," which docs not rhynui and H J1"'
metre. Tho panes In the part of
window that Is shown are not as promi
nent as the sill.
SINGULAR SURNAMES,
An examination of any city direc
tory will disclose tho fact that ma"
persons havo very peculiar surname
Often, tho combination of C!ir!Mlai
numes and surnames will have a dis'iny
meaning In Kngllsh. It Is " '""',
mon for citizens to nsk pe. .nH-sl" 1 "
the courts to chango or shorten i"
names for this very reason. l''art.
Dickens nnd many other ""'"'irf, .'
Itehted In giving their '"'";.u.c,"
names which welo suggtstlie nt i
typo of mail or woman fi'Prt,!,,,!',1l'.,1l.,1-,
Many of these peculiar ""'"
come from the Kngllsh. "h. "
oddities in numes are quite ' ."'!
Llttlcpago, Pettcrknlghl. '"'""J
Sweetapple. Thlckpellliy.
Bestpltch, Walklate. urn sugacsti c
many others, which may !' 'i1.'
from a very long list of names. Hi
names made up of two names haiuuj
Just the opposltn meanings nro ,
striking, in New York tliero Is
nv the name of Bearup lil 'V'le'
while Late !i Karly. nnd nav
nlng have also conducted bumu8 -Kether.
sp As the