Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1883-07-26
RABY GRIZZLY.
How His Mother is Spelling Him
and Causing Trouble on the
Old Mans Mind.
A Young Dude, Living on Cake
Srarticg a Cane and Smoking
Cigarettes.
cInsinaati conmerclaI Garatla.


ried under bis arm large parcel, with
a nysteriously delicious favor, that
prompted the rather impsrtinent query
as to its contents.
"This2 Why, this is cake, my dear
fellow responded the gentleman,
cakes and sEeetmests for the bears.
Oh, the grizzlies are my pets, and all
are inordinately fond of sweet things;
so it has become habit Of mine 10
carry them something whenever |
visit the grounds. Have you seen the
baby grizzly YETI
The reporter replied that he had
not.
well, then, you have missed a
treat; great treat. He is the most
amusing little fellow you ever saw, but
q spoiled boy for all that. Yes. his
mother is running him as fast as she
can, and teaching him to hold his
father in such disrespect that by the
time he gets big enough to smoke
cigarettes the old man will have to
be tied out after the Hindoo fashion.
Do you ever moraliEe? MOI
well, go out to the Zoo. Sit down
in the cool shade of those leafy elms
near the bear pit and learn lesson
that may save the few remaining hairs
on that bald pate of yours, should you
ever become a Benedict. There is a
whole sermon on wives, mothers and
hen pecked husbands in that grizzly S
den alone. Are you married. No, OF
course you are not. There are no
chunks or clots OF bluing on your
shirt front, and your socks l can see
are both mates. Well, don't you ever
do it. Cigarettes, bears grease and
dude canes are cheap enough, but if
you ever get tied on to a red headed,
freckled faced woman that will feed
your boy on g1m drops, or give him a
latch key and a dime, or leave the
back window open every time a circus
comes to town, you had just as well
build your bunk in the smokehouse
until the robins announce the APP
preach of spring.
Go look at those beers, young man,
and see what American mothers are
bringing US to. just watch that ILL
hammered little cub tear the old man
about the heels, and hear what Mrs.
Bruin has to say if the miserable old
fellow even turns about to scratch.
Smith, the restAurstteur at the gar
den, sometimes prepares extensive
feasts for expected parties whose nom
arrival leaves him with great stacks
of bread upon his hands, which is fed
to the bears. Now do you think this
cub will eat plain white bread? No,
stree. There must be cake in the
house for him. His father and
mother can eat bread and the old man
who has footed it for miles through
the Rockies with nething but juniper
berries and sage brush in his hayer-
sack, is often content, on wash days.
With a dry crust and a cup of cold
water. He is one of the horny ha:5ed
sons of toll, and when he was young
like the rest OF rs, had to work for a
living, aud did extra chores Saturday
TO get money for the circus. But see
how the mother is raising the child.
He not only turns up his nose at any
| thing short OF cake such as | have
here, but pulls at his mothers Loaf
until her false teeth are nearly
| looseped, and then follows the old
man 10 bis corner and nags and nags
It him until the old fellow gruuts,
sometimes raising a paw to correct
| him, when away goes the china, and
such another row you never heard.
| The old man has been called brute,
a hard hearted monster, an unteeling
wretch, and ACCUSED Of wishing to
drive his son frOp the door to seek a
living among strangers, until be has
come almost to believe it, aud NOPE:
about that den with a hang dog sort oil
look. scarcely caring to recognize
any of his friends. Now, ask you.
could uybOdg blsMs bin if he took
to drink"
well, hardly" replied the re-
porter.
"No, should say not; you sre
Eght, young man. It's the fashion
able mothers Of to-day who are sap
ping the life sf ogr Republic. They
alone are responsible Tor dudes and
side whiskers. Now, just step next
door, right across the line, we will
say, to the Polar bear cage, and note
the difference. There the old man
rules the roost. All, he's . wicked
old monster, and abpses that poor, in.
noeent little wife OF bis most shame
fully. The result viii be, as fully
expect and Superintendent ThOmp.
son balieves, murder. Yes, the Der
! lin biological Garden tragedy will be
repeated out here at our quiet little
home come day when everyone least
expects it. There will come a roar
| 0 rush, spet Of blood or two, may b.
q seal skin sacque or 20, or a pair o.
snow-shOes only left to tell the tale
Yet this little mild.eyed wife is onlys
savage, Boosting 70 refinement or "cul
chaW, hailing from Esy up among thu
Arctic SHOWS, where the Uommercia
Gazette only reached them twice q
week, aud whale Oil sold at dollaI
ten gallon. But talk about domes
ITCHY, why, the mothers OF the reyo
luton weren't circumstance to Der
She can bake, spin and sew, so t
speak. all in the same day. That bea
pit is always scrubbed clean and neat
and the old fellows shaving watei
ready for him the first thing in th
morning. he is eagassed and mad,
much Of at all possible Opportunities
But while the grizzly munches . ba-i
bone 10 the corner for his supper, Chi
old polar brute is Balleping bis wifi
about so that she can get 10 u a goo,
humor in the morning. Now rors
lie; but first did | ever tell you hoy