Jasper County Democrat, Volume 14, Number 8, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 May 1911 — The Feline Influenza. [ARTICLE]

The Feline Influenza.

[A large number of cats In the south of England are suffering from an epidemic disease which has been diagnosed as a kind of influenza. It does not seem to be commonly realized that the cat Is an exceedingly delicate animal. It droops and dies with hardly a struggle.—Times. Thomas is looking rather queer today. Do you observe? He’s lost his verve; He’s off his feed; He does not deign to plead For milk or fish bones In his usual way. What do you think's the matter? Can it be, As 'twould appear, That Thomas here, Our faithful cat (No, no; don’t say it’s that!). Has got the flue—our Thomas, even he? The Jonses' cat, you know, that was of yore In splendid form. Taken by storm (But, I regret. Not taken to the vet), Has turned his toes up. So have plenty more. You wouldn’t think that cats that gambol through Life after life In sin and strife Would yet succumb « Without a kick to some Untimely epidemic, but they do. ' Look at our Thomas there, the hefty beast! Who knows his plight? Tomorrow night May see him lie Drooping and fit to die. Sturdy and healthy? Bless you, not the least! And that is why I look at him and say That grief and dole Assail my soul. Life’s but a flower. And flue is full of power. And Thomas does look jolly rum today. —Punch. Little Sermons of Brother Dickey. Don’t ax time and tide ter wait fer you. Run ahead an’ make ’em ketch you. Mebbe es de saints in glory could come back dey’d tell you dat up dar is des lak it is here an’ de high seats ain’t de happiest. Es you had de wisdom er Solomon nobody in dis day an’ time would believe in it. Solomon hisse’f had his doubts, but he didn’t say so ’twel he got all what wuz cornin’ ter him. It don’t look lak sich a long ways ter glory sence de a’rships got busy, but de funny part er it is dat de very place we all de time prayin' fer is de last place we wants ter go ter, an’ de longer it keeps its distance de better we feels.—Atlanta Constitution.

The Motorist at Home. “You have a fine !ot of children, Binks,” said Hawkins as after a spin through the country they returned to the house for dinner. “How many are there ?’\ . “Seven,” said Binks proudly. “I’ve often wondered," said Hawkins, “whether you people with so many children have any favorites ’among them.” “Oh, no,” returned Binks hesitatingly—“that is to say, not consciously, but of course we are more interested in a 1911 model than in the earlier ones.”—Harper’s Weekly., Logical. A man, subsequently identified as a merchant in a southern city, was taken to a brain specialist for treatment for aphaSfh. When asked his name he searched his pockets, producing a hnge roll of bills,' hut nothing to identify himself. “See here, doctor,” he exclaimed, ‘Tve evidently forgotten my name and where I live; but, by the shade of Andrew Jackson, I mart be somebody, somewhere, to be carrying around as much money as this!”—Success Magazine.