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ADVENTURES OF MR. MOUSE
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DIARY' OF FATHER TIME
It is commonly believed that the
habit of smoking originated with the
introduction of tobacco into England.
This, however, is not so. Long be
fore tobacco was brought to England
pnioking was commonly . practiced,
The favorite smoke was dried leaves
of coltsfoot. An old Greek building
in Constantinople was converted into
a mausoleum in the early part of the
16th century. At the time of the al
teration the building was one thou
sand years old. In cutting through
the walls to form windows, a tobacco
pipe, which even then smelt of
smoke, was found among the stones.
Smoking pipes of bronze have fre
quently been found in Irish tumuli
or sepulchral mounds of the most
remote antiquity. On the monument
of Donagh O'Brien, King of Thom
ond, who was killed in 1267, and in
terred in the Abbey of Corcumrae, in
the county of Clare, he is represented
in the usual repumbent position, with
a short pipe in his mouth.
THE GYPSY WIND
By Berton Braley.
Without my walls the west wind
The rovers to the road.
It sings the thrill of vale and hill
About my snug abode.
It sighs, "How sweet with faring
To seek the trail again.
The skies are blue, oh, join the
Of roving gentlemen!"
And does it make me fain to take
My leave of this fair spot,
To hie away at break of day?
No, frankly, it does not.
Why should I roam afar from home
In dust and dirt and such?
Am I not drawn to follow on?
Believe me, folks, not much!
My three (3) meals look good to me.
I'm fond of being fed.
I do not care to wander where
I'll miss my downy bed.
The west wind calls without my
I hear its luring sound,
But where I'm placed quite suits my
I guess I'll stick around.