Greencastle Herald, Greencastle, Putnam County, 24 July 1920 — Page 2

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THE GREENCASTLE HERALD

SATl KDAY JI LY 21. 1!*20

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1 v.'■c. .t.u ^laif u.iki. matter ax cb« Grefcncaatle. Iej, postoffice. ^.svaries J. Arnoic Proprietor PUBLISHED EVERY AFTERNOON Except Suncsy at 17 and 1& S. Jacs•cn Street, Greencattie, led. TELEPHONE 65 Carde of Thanta Cards of Tr.aEks are cearpeabl* at « rate of 50c etch. Obituaries. All obiniar:e» are chargeable at tbe /ate of SI for each obit. 'iry. Additosai charge of 5c a line :* mace for all poetrj.

got ion-.e RAT SNAP, broke up caies put it » .» our tent. »Ve p t *hc* rat.- ; right—big fellows. ’ > armers, fore’-. - hous -tvives. -liiuld use JUT S! e aiws. 2 ? . y. ; ar.d guaranteed by El. P. J:h:t C'X»1; & S«.!.s, J. Sudrtn ki i Co.

Tea Guard Aganst PurglarVVhat About Rats?

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Rats steal railions of dollars vorth of grain, chickens, egg.-, etc. Destroy -propert;* and are a menace to health. If you -re troobled with rats, try RAT SNAP. It will surely kill them —prevents odors. Cats or dogs won’t touch it. Comes in cakes. Three sizes. 25c, 50c, $1.00 Sold a, • anteed by John Cook & Sons, and R. P. Mullins.

“1 *Vf,uldn't Go Camping Without Hat-Snap.’' Says Ra> White

“Wife and I spent our vacation camping last summer, smell of cooking brought rats. We went to town,

Hole Keeper and P.otber, A r< :na'-(.ar.,e i xb.lition cf rrcaenie oj rr.lcd fands to :h«> credit of James I»ctni« an Australian hotel keeper, whose cesth was recently reported. One day be found himself be bind his own counter looking down the muzzle of a revolver held by a vii.aino.g look r.p fellow who was re C'je*Mne Mm to put up his hantia. He rased them, but protested, ''S — cly it doesn't take i»o of you to ball me p." The robber, who nad tome alone, t .rned his head to fee who the ether man might be. In a fash Genc.r s own revolver was out and the ra al's opport nl'.y »ar gone. —Westminster.Gazette. Fi'te r ed Water in Ea-rboo. Tapp, tne Eng ish naturalist who has explored the mountain range- of the Malay renmeula. reporu tue fait, not generally the ho.'ow r'em >de c the parts of the stems te'ween the Joint* are stored wi'-U a ge Quaii'tties of natara.ly filtered water. The knowledge of fact tnlgbt be of great service in an emergency. .Mr Yapp il*o discovered on his '.aft visit two eyeries of ferns grnw.rg on tree* wbo*e thi k fiefhy -terns ar* f.lled » t ga.ter.'-s p.cn» .fed by ants, the fsrt s thus form tg living netts for • ••.• s-r*.—S. lent.lJc Atiiorican.

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Ct.yy- . 1 t. rv.t k-ii-k A Mti-.-ey Cwinpxay. By ANNE O'HAGAN When Pcjulrc Halsey, with tli-* timid circunilocuticn so formldatU- a task demanded, broke to Miss Klfrida Worth the m-w« that tbe j.ost office was no lonter to be herg, she flatly refused to credit him. For thirty years she had been postmistress of l.atonla. President ar.d polttli lan bad come and gone, hut she bad been secure behind her wicket window and her barricade of boxe*. and had heeded no! their appearances ar.d disappearances. Their tenure of office, she felt was an uncertatn thing, grounded in the shifting regard of the populace; hers was upon the surer foundation of eternal justice. Miss Elfrida’s certifiea'e of claim to her country’s gratitude was worn upon her breast, perpetually ready to smite the eyes of a forgetful generation with the reminder of her sacrifices It was a hroo< h of noble proportions, standing out from a collection of minor chains, beads, charms and pins, like a lighthouse beacon from the trivial twinkling of the town behind it. A small daguerreotype presentment of a young man wearing the uniform of a soldier of tbe civil war, and possessing the high brow and the passionately waving leaks of the same period, was surstrand alternating symbolically with dark The whole was covered with a concavity of glass and Incased in a frame of seed pearls and turquoises dingy with age. One of the first town legends repeated to the young of Estonia was the story epitomized in this brooch- the tale of "Frida Worth’s beau.” the youth who bad drifted into the Ohio village: who. within a year, had danced and laughed and ridden and picnicked himself into a general popu larity, into Judge Worth's law office, and into Frida’s eighteen-year affec tions: and who at the end of the year had ridden back into his native state to enlist to bght for tbe I'nion. He came back no more. After the young bad reconciled the pathos of this story with the person ality of its heroine, angular, over decorated with the fic hus, scarfs, veiland gimerat ks of an earlier stjle. in trusive, overheating, even in kindness they sometimes cultivated her to the extent ot being allowed sight of the letter in which her lover's death wav communicated to her by a fellow soldier of the same company. Miss Klfrida displayed it without great enio lion. She was not a sentimental soul She had come to take her tragedy as inatter-of-facily as some women taks their husbandi though, like these, shs recognized the intrinsic value of hei possession, and was firmly enlrenchec in the dignity it bestowed upon her That the youthful romance hac served her prosaically well through th< decades since her father's bankrupicv and death was. perhaps, not due to s spec ial vein of sentiment or patrlotisn in Latonia. But Miss Klfrida re-et forced with much energy the clam which the brooch denoted She had a tireless, some what harsh voice, a sharj memory, a keen tongue, and the firn c onviction that the community ought it some wa) take care of her father's daughter and the woman who had c on tributed to it is one fatality of the w ar. Moreover, her relatives, the trihe of Worth cousins and cousins-in-law throughout the country, perceived he! title to public support with the clear ness of those who would otherwise have been obliged to make the probk-n of her maintenance their own, and their urg'lng' of her claims was cor respondingly strong. Hut now the end had come. The slow, almost Imperceptible growth ol Latonia for a quarter of a century had in the last five years, been suddenly accelerated There was a spurt ii manufacturing industry, a rush of rail Yoading And while she was sill struggling with the business these In ought, Squire Halsey hi ought the news of her overthrow. Miss Klfrida had not been provident during the long term of her offic ia life. Prudence, as the executors ol her father’s estate could have testified was not a Worth idiosyncrasy And il the well-to-do of the family connectlor saw her discharge with apprehensioi of her Intrusion upon them, the poorei branches felt something like despait at the cutting off of a fairly reliable source of Income. Cousin Klfrida had been as generous with her money at with her advice, which is paying a blgt tribute to her pecuniary helpfulness And the result was that she sat face tc face with real want and—what was bit terer still to her—tbe prospect of da pendent old age Four or five months pinched hei cruelly. She was no longer a stat boarder with two rooms in tbe village boarding house, but a lodger with one and "the privilege of the kitchen* Her purchases at the grocer’s week by week grew scantier and were made at night, that no familiar acquaintance knight mark there nieannea* She bent bur rigid old figure over a washtub at daik and dried her c lothes in midnight •ecret. And when she received a sad little letter from the young third ot fourth cousin whose schooldays had abrupUy ended with her dischahrge, her face was more troubled than when she countermanded her order for white auger and averred a preference fot brown. And then, Just In time to restore her waning faith in Providence, the library vms completed and she was offered tbe

•wicn t).c sdv -.res cf the youthful rvaduate of a card-catalogue system nci the i-irlui ntial members o' the »Vorlh family before the small post s.v- hers. And when the Institution wa- oi*neei with much speecl.making and the orator of the day referred to the descendant of a long line of -cbol.crs and Jurists who was to grace the d< «k. and made fervid if obscure Allusion to the matter of the brooch and a nation’s gratitude to its heroic women. Miss Klfrida’s eyes. Iwneath ’he much-Miinnied bonnet, serenly challenged the world to deny her claims, and her fingers removed a concealing bit of lace-scarf from the monumental emblem on her boson:. The pride she took in her new office was a pleasant thing to behold. The fond care she expended upon lettering her cards in Mack and red and purple: the fussy pains she was at to ply the duster In the dark alcoves: her stern ness with small boys on the subject of mud and doormats, the advice she be stowed upon old and young alike as to tbe choice of books: the valor with which she ajlacked and overcame the difficulties of foreign names all these things were matters of delight to humorous-minded l^atonians For six months she had enjoyed the privileges of her office and had for gotten her temporary obscuration in the renewed sunshine of public life, when, one gray afternoon, too tally for the swarming In of the usual tribe of si hool-f hlldren. a heavy step sound ed in the hall where she sat behind her desk. .She glanced up from the book Into which she was pasting a card envelope A tall, elderly man stood looking about him, scanning tbe memorial window at one end of the room, the case of La toma mineral specimens at tbe other .Miss Klfrida. though she was always hospitable and always elated at the prospect of the new listener, frowned a little at the slouchiness of the man’s attitude, the shiftiness of his manner "Do you wish anything, sir"” she asked. He murmured something about see ing the sights and being a stranger With a slight, puzzled frown, she studied bis brown, rather handsome old face. "You're a stranger here?’’ sha ques tioned him. in her abrupt way. "A stranger now—yes. ma'am,’' the visitor replied. There was something *. little suggestive of a whine in his voice, and her eyes wire furitive and did not rise to the level of her Latonia has certainly changed since I was here last ” Then his restless gaze was stayed U[>on the great round brooch which this afternoon, fastened a meaningless red bow to Miss Elfrida’s browr basque. His eyes, stimulating surprise sought the withered face above. Miss F.lfrida’s behind her spectacles, were studying him with bewilderment. "Why,” he began: “surely tt “ But the sound of crunchhing glast stopped him Miss Efrida’s heavy body was leaning disastrously upon t hand laid on the case of Latonia't mineral spec iment*. And her blue lips were repeating: “Alfred- not dead not dead, not dead”*

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“And so. Dr Frewen’*— Miss Elfrid* paused as she handed the head of the library committee a folded slip of pa per—"and so. there's my resignation You see. I've no right to anything. Tve been nothing better than an inipostotj . 11 the time, though of < ourse I couldn't tell that. You see once he got awav from here he knew he didn't want tc marry me And he wasn’t man enougl lo write and say so, but fixed up that hoax. And I've been living on it cvei since.” The lined. Spartan old face was twisted with ehatiie. Something liki reverence bleml>*d with the pity and the anger of the doctor's expression He leaned forward and laid Miss Kl frida’s blotto dr can-nation on the coals "It's Klfrida Worth we want in oui library as long as she will stay," he -aid Klfrida Worth, the honest brave woman, not any pensioner of old griefs. The warmth and kindness of hie voice broke her self-command. The old i a.-'hinere shawl slipped from hei shoulders; her bonnet fell awry as she bent her head. Her withered throat above her fiat collar and cameo pin worked cruelly. The reluctant, hard hot tears of the aged trickled painfully dow n her w rinkled cheeks The docloi let her grief and her shame have theii way undisturbed, and after a few min utes she raised her gallant gray heat again, straightened her bonnet, and screwed out a smile. "You’re never too old.” she told him "to have it cut you and hurt you that you've been Jilted. But since you think it's all right for me to keep lb« library——” He patted her shouledr kindly. "All right?” he echoed. “It'a th* only thing we'd hear of.” In an east bound train an elderly derelict pulled at bis white mustache with one hand while the other played with a roll of bills in his pocket. "3be never was mean with money was Klfrida,’’ he told himself. "But she's got the same old temper. The way she threw that picture of mint Into tbe river thera at tbe bridge! And tbe frame must have been worth a little something, too Well” pblloso phically be put unavailing regret away, "no good crying over that. I did bet ter than I had any right to expect!" MIGHT BE FRENCH The baby was slow about talking, and bis aunt was deploring that fact. Four year-old Elizabeth listened anxiously "Oh, mother," she ventured, at length, “do you think be'll grow up English? Vv t couldn’t any of us under-

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A TETv-DOLLAR

MIRACLE

^ [ | band's death.

f. ; £ T'[’V-r.'f>i R she- V.pcw it was her ca’c-D-*cnees,

' her each-day •- r on.philosophy,] that hed diss.ps’ed th* little store 1< ft i her, and she had brought them down i-^ ; to a single room and nothing for the . morrow's breakfast The -m iousm-s ■ of the situation came upon her with (

sudden and crushing weight.

Cov>r.* .t. 1 r»e Fra..is A. M

Comp*~::y

By ROBERT CARLTON BROWN

There was but one thing to do in j r.nv difficulty to pray for help For |

M.- Rlanding pasted a strip cf gut.) | an hour |h( , w j(]ow knf . lt bv the daugbt-1

niecl paper over the crack in the sugar-howl cover. She sighed in the weary way of a worn woman, turned it over, and pasted anotiu -trip ot

the under tide.

"Ther, I guess that’ll hold," she said, replacing the cover on the bowl and pushing r classes to her forehead. But. mother,” protested Jennie Blanding, critically inspecting the patchwork, ’'where did you get the sticky paper? It says on it. in fine print: 'First Methodist Church Build Ing Fund.’ That doesn’t look nice or

the cover.”

"Ij.w. I forgot that child!” wa* the reply. "My eyes are so poor! 1 couldn't see the print at all. and I'd clean forgot where the pasters come from. It’s been many a year since I've

used them.

er’s cot. She was too proud to beg. If she could only tide over the com- i ing week, which rose up before her j hollow-eyed and fiarftil, there would! be some plain sewing to do that hsd teen promised her. Only the week.

Lord'

Suddenly her prayer seemed to tc-I znswered. Something told Mrs. Blanding to get out the old family Bible the j heavy one, which used to lie in state on the parlor table, but which had not been used for years. She had a vague premonition that between its covers] she would find help—some divine line to give her strength. She went carefully and cautiously to | the cupboard in the corner. There she found the Bible, dusty and mildewed: for a small copy served their

TI NT INDIAN CX.TtN FI.ANTKR. I’rim.live Inipleini-nt Still in i t Rrd Ylc-ii'c*f ’lie Siiiitli\vi--<i, The 2.ini Indiana of New Mexico sic a self-supporting people who retain many'of the interesting cu-t ms of prehistoric anc estors. The ;. , m . panying drawing represents the ,i u plemeat which they nse fo« i . • corn. It is hewn from a piece ot hard cedar and is practically a v.om! ea spade, the projecting ho-., i* piece near the base being for tLo imu of the digger to press upon. In spring, when the ot«k leaves are size of kqulrrels' eats, the '/ ni farmer fills a basket with teed corn ot

you were treasurer of the church?” “Y'es, child. It’s six or seven years now. Your father was treasurer fo: the new church before he died. 1 tried to carry on the work; but with you to take care for. and my near siehtedness. and the flurry and all, it was too much f6r me. 1 did so want to do something, as long as 1 couldn’t give money. I'd most forgot about it till I happened to find those old pas ter*. We used them on tbe contribu-tion-envelopes, and it was part of my work to paste them on the collections we took up each Sunday.” "Oh, 1 remember, mother,’’ cried the little girl. "A'ou used to tell aboui that. Don't you know? There was something about a stranger that came and—and a torn bill, wasn't it?” “Yes- what a memory you've pot child! I'd forgotten all about It. Things seem to pass clean out of my mind. That's why I didn’t handle the church money for long. Always mis layin’ it, and having an awful time searching tor it with my poor eyes.’ "But tell me the story, mother!” - "It wasn’t much, child, and maybe it's a thing that it ain't best to re member: yet there’s a lesson in it too. 1 was treasurer then treasurer of the building fund The mir,islet took charge of the rest of it. and tne only money he got for preaching was (roin the collection box. It's an ugly story. Jennie. Ministeis are good men don't forcet that child: but some times they are sorely tempted. Mr White was one of the best men wc ever had in this neighborhood: but he was poor and what with the new church and everything, he had but lit

tie to live on.

"It was Sunday near Easter. Things were going on well with the building fund, tut Mr. White was almost starving. We were all so interested in the new church we dean forgot him. That Sunday an old school friend of th* minister's came to church with bin He had been to the minister’s to din ner: had seen how poor they lived, anc. when the collection box was passed ht put in a ten dollar bill.” "Ten dollars! Don’t you wj=h we had it now, mother'’” said the little girl Mrs. Blanding’s hand fluttered out and rested gently on Jennie’s shoulder “ The Lord tells ua to be thankful lor our lot. even if it ain’t a lot,” she reminded the child. "Well, it happened in the vestry afterward. Deacon Kossmnn had seen the money go intc the plate, and he got the vestry at the -arne ti’.ie that Mr. White did. He was one that was anxious for the nev church, because he had lots of real estate and wanted improvements. They reached for the ten dollar bill at the same time It was the biggest dona tion at one time our church had ever know n, and la-acon Kossman wanti u to be sure that it all went to the bulldin-.- fund: while Mr. White km-w w ell tha* his friend meant It for him— and he needed it. poor man! "They fought o v er that bill right there in the vestry, child, till it tore in two and each had half. A meeting of the church was called that week. Deacon Rossman told the story of the quarrel, and most likely stretched it a bit . Mr. White was dismissed, and the two halves of the ten dollar bill j were given to me for the building] fund I took'care of the money then; • but It seemed to me that ten do! lars of that fund that went into the new church was no better than blood

money.

"It makes me faint to think of how much money I handled for the church in those days. When I turned the money over to Mr Green, who was treasurer after me, there wa* four bun died dollars In big bills fives and

tens.”

• "t’ould you use the stranger's bill after It was torn In two?" asked Jen

nie.

”1 should ssy so. child. I pasted or pinned It together. I’ve forgotten which just now, and It whs good money again. I had so many bills to takecare of In those days that I Just mixed

When wa* that, mother" When I daily devotion. She wondered that the

‘ book still clung to her. In spite of Its careless treatment. With an effort she arried to the rickety table, and opened it at random. She bent her head close to the printed p*ge. and concentrated > her strained vision on the large Tv pe | in tbe hope of finding an inspiring sentence to guide her faltering steps, j A book mark or something similar • was in the way. Her honey fingers scrateched it from its place; she gazed ( at it dully, all her being in her prayer, ping over the unsteady chair on which

she was seated, she cried:

Then, starting back suddenly, and tipping over the unsteady chair on w hich

she was seated, she cried:

"An answer from heaven! God has

heard me! Jennie, Jennie!"

The child was already at her side, aroused by tbe crashing chair She nared stupidly with sleepy eyes, at the thing her mother had taken for a book mark. It was a ten dollar bill. "Where did you get it, motherWhere did you get it*” cried the girl. "The Ixud sent it. Jennie! The Ixird ! sent it! 1 prayed to Him to help,

and this Is His answer!"

Together they dropped to their knees and gave thanks for the miracle Then Mrs. Blanding returned to her largeprint Bible and read the verse on the

page the bill had marked:

Meanwhile Jennie was examining the miraculous bill with wide eyes. "Oh, look, mother!" she cried. ‘'It’s J just like the bill of the stranger’s that] they fought over. Se*. It's been pasted together. And mother, look the stick tr says. 'First Methodist Church Building Fund.’ Isn't that funny? The lx>rd must have put II in the Bible to

press!”

F’ossibly it was the Lord that guided Mrs. Blanding’s hand in the years befot* . when she had placed the pasted bill in the Bible to give the parts time io sth k. and the memory of it had slipped from her careless mind. But no hpunting doubt as to how the moneyhad - oine thet * '.-oubled her now. She heaid not a word, her eyes were fixed

as many colors as Joseph's coat and slinging it and his corn planter across his burro s back, he mounts the patient little beast himself and v jogging out on the plain to r sandy corn ground, which may he many miles from his home. .Venture in that a-id land lies deei <o at must mase with his wooden pla ter a much deeper hole than an Eastern farmer would think of making : t en he drops Into It a few grains of corn, draws the sandy loam can ' . > over them with the blade of the planter, and proceeds to dig another hole six of eight feet away. And so on until the seed is all planted.

a thousand miles away: her creased! face had softened into a beautific smile] and she repeated over and over, ; thrrough dried lips: ” Ask, and it shall he given!’”

QUEER

PRODUCTS OF PACKING i PLANTS Few people realize what a tremen-1 doit-- industry the- new packing industry is in this country. Nor does the avemge reader have any idea of the number of distinct products that have been evolved in such a plant as the result of the highest scientific skill. One great establishment publishes a list of betwe-c n 25 and 30 edible products and an equal number of inedible products. A partial enumeration of the latter is informing: soaps, toilet requisites, glue, sandpaper, Isinglass, glycerine, curled hair, bristle, wool, hides and pelts, leather, horn and bone novelties, lubricating oils, music strings, tennis strings, surgical liga ture, stock and i-oultry feed and fertilizers. The modern packing plant is not satisfic'd with past attainments, but research work is constantly going

on.

From Leslie’*

in that one. and it was like the rest." days?”

WHERE HE D BEEN A certain haunted house down In Georgia was held In terror by all the negroes In the vicinity, except Sam, who bravely declared that for two dollars he would sleep there all night A purse was raiaed, and Sam was told to carry owt his end of the bargain and to call in the morning for the money. When morning came, no trace could be found of Ham: the bouse eon tained nothing but evldeneecs of a hurried departure. A search party was organized, but without result. Finally, four days later. Sam, covered with mud, came slowly walking

down tbe road.

"Hi dere. nigger!” yelled a bystand er. "Where's you been de la*’ fo'

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"That's a funny story, mother," said Tc-nnie suddenly. "Think of their eac h having hold of it, and each getting half!” "Funny! Child, you amaze me!” Mts. Blanding looked at the old alarm clock. "It'a youi bedtime Jennie.” The girl pulled out a rot that stood in a comer of their single room, said her pticycr, and went to bed. For a lotiz time her mother sat there revolving many things in her mind. A train of reminiscence followed upon the atoiy the l ad related to Jennie. The

To whleh Sam curtly responded “Ah's been cornin' back." A GOOD HEALTH RULE Conserve your energiessays n man who has learned how to keep young while growing old His i* * rule which more people would do well) to consider seriously. It takes energy to become angry. » takes energy to worry. In fact, It would be difficult to measure the amount of energy that people waste daily, when they should be saving It for something worth

Monster and Rattler. Dr. James B. Builitt, of LouisvilD, writes of a Gila monster and a rac-tle-snake: “A two years’ residence in Arizona made me quite familiar with both of these reptiles; for a good part of the time 1 had one of the former tied to the leg of my office table by a string. In his native habitat tbe monster is credited with being the enemy of the rattlesnake, aid is said to kill him. “Chancing to have both reptiles on hard at the tame time. 1 p ,t them in a large tox together anti awaited results. “The rattler coiled In one end of the box: the monster would »:.Jdle up to him. root under his cods with his nose and finally nip down on a coil near the tail. "The rattler would then spring to ♦ he other end of the box and re o . After this had happened a numi-r of times the monster finally succeeded In seizing the snake by tt-t neck just back of the head. "He he’d a firm grip until the snal.e was choken to death, monster sickened and dic'd u , e 0 shin I found two punctured wo . on his bark, evidently the r< - 1 the snake's having struck him - —Chicago News. A Mussulman at 1’rn; er. YVlien saying his prayers tne true Mussulman Is not easily dist i! Hans Doc-ring, In his account of los travels in Chinese Turkestan, w: • "It is an interesting sight to se-- a Mils: utman perform hi: devo: ns. Through the piece of glass in mY paper window 1 saw the interpreter spread his carpet In front of n.s house just opposite th*- one in whi-b 1 was living. His wife and child sat quite close to him talking Ic/.iul.' with some visitors, but this did not lr the least disturb the old man at t.ls devotions. "In spite of the noise the melodious chanting of the koran was quite audible. The worshiper kowtowed several times and cried ’Allah! Allah Artak’’ Then for a while stood reverentially clasping his hands crosswise upon bis breast, after which hJoined In the conversation. Hts wife then went through the same pel foi niance, doing exactly the same ss her husband. This they do every morning and evening whether there • re friends with them or not. '

Ravage Wrought by Rata It te estimated that tbe rat doe' *80.000.000 worth of damage a >e» r In England. In a slaughter house near Paris rats In a single nig 1 ’* picked to the bone tbe carcasses of 3 5 horses There ia very little tbs’ they will not eat. Egg*, voting birds end animals are among the UainiK* which they snap up In the ordinal ionise of business, but when pressed by hoi ger they will eat anlhlnf through which they can drive their twtrlble teeth. Rat will ent rat fb» clea that a trapped rat will bite o an ttnprlaoned leg and so escape -e now raid to lie wrong; It ’* <b.- *-**tv -h de the biting They *»» ** *- i * i-e -ve.