Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 241, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 October 1917 — INTERESTING ITEMS FROM THE CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

INTERESTING ITEMS FROM THE CITIES

New York Case Owner Has Moving Tale of Woe - W : NEW YORK.—Michael Ginty made it clear to the police of the West Thirtyseventh street station that he never again will hear without questioning the voice of manor bird. At two o’clock he figured himself oat SSO and in

one parrot, but when he left the station house his conduct indicated that the parrot may not bv long for this world. Mr. Ginty, who owns: g saloon at 331 West One HundrrcTand Thirtyseventh- street,-explained that early one morning, before he shut off all faucets and counted the proceeds, a wretch entered his place of business with a parrot. The parrot was good appearing, ns the policecould see, and,

when he appeared at Mr. Ginty’s damp ; ring he seemed to have a marvelous vocabulary. Mr. Ginty told the stranger that never in his life had he listened to as well educated a bird. To which tribute the bird rapidly replied at that time': “Well educated! My dear fellow, you have no idea what I know. I know it all. If anyone should happen to ask you, and I’m always willing to chirp at a moment’s notice.” Mr. Ginty told the police that the owner of this marvelous conversationalist made no effort to sell the bird, but that he, Mr. Ginty, had asked if be might buy it. The man appeared reluctant to part with the parrot, but when Mr. Ginty had raised the price until it was SSO the man consented to sell. He bade the bird good-by and assured both Mr. Ginty and the parrot that the parting gave him great pain. He had reached the door when the parrot, looking after him called: '‘Remember, boss, if you are such a cur that you’d sell me like this I’ll never speak another word till you come back and get me again.” “Don’t mind that,” called the owner to Mr. Ginty, “he’ll get over his grouch.” After which the owner vanished. For five hours Mr. Ginty tried to get a single Intelligent word out of the parrot. Then a customer dropped in and made a suggestion which sent Mr. Ginty scurrying to the police station, parrot in hand. It appearu that the man who sold the parrot is a ventriloquist and has broken case owner’s hearts in all five boroughs. The birds, far from being well educated, are more of the other. They’re speechless.

“Clients” of Fortune Teller Somewhat Peevish ALLENTOWN, pa. —After a hearing before .Aiderman Gotthardt here, Isaac Hertzog of Nazareth was held for trial at court on a charge of fortune telling. The accusation was brought by Mrs. Mary Brong, who testified that in two years she had vainly

paid Hertzog SB3 to recover some silver spoons and a sewing machine that had been stolen. It turns out that Hertzog visited Allentown every week for “consultations” with bls customers. Mrs. Brong said she could “feel” when he arrived in town, and then she was impelled to visit him and give him money. On one occasion, she said, Tfertzog declared the thief would assume the form of a snake and come wriggling

along with the spoons and the sewing machine,, but no snake ever appeared. He had given her a large collection of roots, and a number of "benedictions," which he signed with the names of the saints. - • Another witness against Hertzog was pretty Miss Mamie Schoch, In a short blue skirt and with a vanitjt box, which she used frequently. She testified she had paid Hertzog 50 cents for the receipt of an incantation "to get back her beau,” who had transferred his affections to another girl. Hertzog told her to squeeze a bag of salt and repeat the three hardest words in the dictionary. She followed instructions; but her lover remained recreant. . Hertzog’s defense was that his customers took up his time when they consulted him and he was entitled to pay. He seems to have had customers by the score for years, some of whom seemed to like being bamboozled.

Mere Man Tires of Too Much Feminine Curiosity ST LOUIS. —Fifty to one—and then some —is too many. A. Hubell shys so—■» and he knows. An island In an ocean of girls Is mild In comparison. A, Hubell is a cook in a kitchen full of cookresses. He’s the one lone man down

at food —conservation headquarters. That Is, he was. He canned peaches and he canned pears, he canned to- . matoes ..and he canned potatoes —and now he’s canned himself. Every morning Hubell has given a 1 demonstration on canning. Besides the some odd fifty nifty maids in the kitchen, there are some odd but not so nifty women who come to learn to can. They stand just outside the kitchen — looking In. The other day Hubell, in his most

becoming bib and apron, was showing how pears are canned. The crowd gathered thick about him. "Hasn’t he big arms?” a woman whispered. “Ton cook the juice to a thick sirup.” Hubell said, seeming not to hear. "How thick?” came an inquiring chorus. “And then you add more sugar,” Hubell continued, getting ready to measure the amount to be added. • "How much sugar?” screamed the chorus, and someone remarked on tb« misfit of Hubell’s apron. “Now you sterilize the jars/’ Hubell went on. . ■ , "Do you do the same for apples?” asked a woman nudging to the front. “My blackberry jam won’t jell,” said another. I "Do you think soda Is good In tomatoes?” queried one close by. “How do you make sauerkraut?” someone demanded. Hubell set down the pears. He wiped his brow. He turned to a conservation committee member. . . “You can count me out.” he said; "I can can apples, blackberries. tomatoes and sauerkraut. But I can’t can ’em with pears. ’ Women Pilfer Zoo Buffalos’ Fur for Cushions SAN FRANCISCO.—The hides of the buffalos In Golden Gate park these day* look- like the next to the last picture In the “going, going, gone” advertisements of a certain hair restorer. Attendants have been wondering why women

who passed up.the herd'in the days of its hirsute glory have been flocking about the corral as the buffaloes become homelier than ever. “They even pet the big brutes,” said one puzzled attendant. He walked over to the pen, determined to get the secret of the feminine change of heart He learned the women were not fondling the buffalos. ’but trying to help nature along by pulling out their fur. The T>ig beasts seemed to appreciate it as they stood quietly by the heavy

picket fence through which the women reached. Now everybody Is happy. The park attendants are glad, because the buffaloes. If their fur Is pilfered by women, won’t try to rub it off on the trees, which generally suffer in the process. , The buffaloes are happy because fur pulls off a lot more easily than it rabs off, and the former system sort of tickles. And the women are joyous, because they are getting a lot of buffalo fur, which is Ideal for sofa cushions.