Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-10-06
A PIG WITH a TIN HEAD. !.
What n Harlem Doctcc Saw as He Was
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ibid you ever see a pig with a tin
head?' inquired a Harlem doctor of
Times reporter. fAsa.,4 .ta.I
"A pig with a tin head? A real live
pig with tin head?" That was the
reporters answer, and it was equiva-
lent to great big mo" -a st.nA
WELL" have seen one" said the
doctor. Saw it the other day up in
Harlem. was taking walk, all by
myself-Pm sorry you were not with
me-when, all of sudden, ! heard a
child, little girl, cry ont: "Oh, papa,
leels at the pig with tin head on him!'
This little girl was the daughter Of
one of those farmers who raise cab
bagcs, radishes, lettuce, and other green
things for the city market, The farmer
himself and the farmers wife were on
their hands and knees pulling the
weeds out of the lettuce bed and didn't
hear the child's cry So the little thing
tried it again. oh, papa, why don't
you look up and see the pig with tin
head on him.
"Then the farmer did look up and
saw that one of his Berkshires, young
ish fellow, had stuck his nose so fur
into a great apple can that he really
did look like pig with a tin head.
The farmer ran to the rescue, getting
over the ground as fast as he could
in his great humping boots. But it
was at least fifteen minutes before he
could catch the pig, which was rushing
about all over the premises, as though
he was either drunk or crazy N
AT last. however, the pig was
caught, and then the farmer and his
wife set at work to take the can off his
head. Do You know they couldn't
bulge it. The can stuck fast. 1t
couldn't have stuck faster if it really
had been part of the pig.
after trying all sorts of ways to
loosen the can for about five minutes.
Mr. and Mrs. Farmer at one and the
same instant sat down on the ground
and fixed their eyes upon the pig and
the can, as though each was studying
how to separate the one from the other.
Then it seemed to dawn upon them that
the case was hopeless one, whereupon
each quit looking at the pig and the
can and began looking at each other.
The wife burst out crying and the man
had to bite his lips to keep from doing
the same thing.
"All the while ! had been standing
by the fence watching the performance
in the yard. thought it about time to
offer bit of advice.
"What's the matter? | asked
Looking up the disconsolate pair
saw me for the first time. They did
not answer me in words. They simply
pointed at the pig and the can.
"'Will it not come off?' inquired
just as if had not witnessed the un-
successful attempts to get it off.
THE farmer shook his head sorrow.
fully, and his wife gave a fresh boo
hoo
I'm tell you what to do with him,
said I. Take him to tinshop, and be
quick about it.
"A minute later the farmer, his wife,
his daughter, the pig, and the can and
myself were speeding down Columbus
avenue behind the farmers galloping
horse. We reached the tinshop in a
jiffy, lifted the pig out of the wagon
and carried him into the back shop.
ut was the work of about two min
utes for the tinman to unsolder the bot
tom from the can. Then he took his
shears out and cut a path up the side OF
the can. A little twitch then and young
Berkshire was as good as ever, except
that he had slight cut just back of his
right ear, where the sharp edge of the
can had rubbed against him.
"'How much?' demanded the farmer
Twenty-Five cents answered The
tinman, That's our regular price fol-
uncanning pigs heads
''Do you suppose, doctor" asked thu
reporter, ''that that tinman ever die
such job as that bcfore?'
mo, don't" answered the doctor
che was proba bly, trying to be funny.
N. Y. Times