Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . der, was ared-haired, red-nosed individualin goggles whodrove a large redcar. He livedabout ten miles on beyond my place. It was not, I fear, always purelyanimal spirits that drove him to emulate greased light-ning. He used to zigzag through my unsuspecting poul-try with such remarks as, Caught him on the wing, Hows that for high? Over the fence for yours, andsuch sporting phrases. I saw that I must act at once ifI wished any of my stock left alive. So I bought myself a light, speedy motor-cycle, andconstructed thereon, of canv
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . der, was ared-haired, red-nosed individualin goggles whodrove a large redcar. He livedabout ten miles on beyond my place. It was not, I fear, always purelyanimal spirits that drove him to emulate greased light-ning. He used to zigzag through my unsuspecting poul-try with such remarks as, Caught him on the wing, Hows that for high? Over the fence for yours, andsuch sporting phrases. I saw that I must act at once ifI wished any of my stock left alive. So I bought myself a light, speedy motor-cycle, andconstructed thereon, of canvas, rubber, and light wood,a huge figure of the common, every-day, barnyard stood about fifteen feet high and was arranged so thatI sat on the saddle within the body of the bird. Thelegs hung down on either side and were attached to thewheels so that they worked back and forth true tonature. I selected for my purpose one evening at dusk,when my speedy friend came racing along, tossing myhens about in his usual facetfious manner. Then just as Tall man—Short man- TOO MUCHWhy, Judkins, old man,?What! Broke again ? he passed I sparked up and started after him up theroad. He looked back and saw in the twilight a gigan-tic rooster leaping after him with great twenty-footstrides, wings outspread and long neck stretched for-ward, the bill opening and shutting in raucous unfortunate man gave one glance, then threw on allhis power and crouched down in his seat. But he couldnot escape me. Gradually I closed up on him and reach-ing over began to peck at the back of his neck with mytin bill. That was enough. He gave a yell of terror, stopped his motor,lit on the road infront on all fours,and disappeared inthe woods. He never re-turned for theautomobile and Itook possession ofit. With his go-ing the otherfiends quieteddown and I was nolonger ; moral sua-sion is the thingevery time. Very Busy. VEARS ago aNorthern vis-itor was walkingalong the st
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