Democratic Sentinel, Volume 13, Number 30, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 August 1889 — HOW JAMRACH WAS FOOLED. [ARTICLE]

HOW JAMRACH WAS FOOLED.

He Thought He Was Buying the Greatest Curiosity That Ever Lived. Jamrach, the celebrated London dealer In strange animals, picks up many bargains from the mates and stewards of the vast fleet that sails or steams into the Thames on every tide from the four quarters of the globe. But sometimes he gets picked up himself. A few years ago he bought for a few shillings a very rare and therefore valuable animal from a mate, just in froth, say, New Guinea. Presently the mate saw his venture in the “Zoo” with a great gaping crowd about its cage, and learned that the society had paid a small fortune for the curiosity. • ‘l’ll fix him, ” says the mate So the next voyage he returned with the very rarest curiosity ever seen in or out of London docks. “Hullo,” says Jamrach, fairly excited, “what do you call that now?” “Dunno,” says the mate, indifferently. “Looks like a bald squirrel,” says Jamrhch, ariQ mate said him not nay, for certainly it did look Like the baldest possible squirrel, and of the queerest color, too, “sort of no color at all,” as Jamrach put it. Well in three minutes Jamrach had bought that rare animal for 50 guineas down, and in three hours he was back on the dock raging at the mate laughing loud a’ the far end of a long hawser. “You’ve sold me a shaved rat,” shouted Jamrach. “I just have, ” laughed the mate. • ‘Ship’s doctor chloroformed him for fun and ship’s barber shaved him for a glass of beer. Anything else in our line this morning?” A Tete- Interrupted. 4 Henry street girl and Cass avenue young wwe standing on the corner the intersection of two streets the wgH Waiting for a car. “YOU tetter looked as well in your life before, Clara,” said the young man In a tender tone He spoke low and only for the ear of his companion, but immediately a loud voice responded: “Rats!” Thq youth felt highly insulted, and turned round to chastise the party who had spoken, but the girl soothed him and skid it wasn’t meant for them, and he calmed down. “That car isn’t in sight yet,” he said. “Tell me that you love me, Clara, as much as I ” “O, pshaw!” cried the unseen party. ‘TH brain him,” shouted the angry lover, brandishing his cane. “Your a rascal,” called a hoarse voice, and as a piece of cracker fell on the lover’s head he looked up and saw the Vendome parrot in her cage above. They take the other corner now. Rats.

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