The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1896-02-06
A MONKEY TIME.
Three Monkeys Escape From a
Washington Avenue Store.

Washington Avenue Store.
There was a monkey and Philbrick
time around on Washington avenue
after ten o'clock last Saturday even
ing. Such chattering and such a
volume of masculine noise was never
heard before in all this vicinity. Oc-
casionally, way off in the distant
could be heard something resembling
a slight roll of thunder, which, it ap-
pears, was nothing more or less than
F. w. Philbrick falling over a counter
in desperate chase for monkey.
Then there would be sudden claps.
These, it appears, were nothing but
the contact of broom or club against
the walls, but which we're aimed at
the Uranium of one of Darwin's prim-
tive types of the human race. There
were cat-calls, yelping of hounds
and mongrels, chirping of canary
birds, Kissing of steam, and little OF
everything, in fact.
It all happened in this way. Phil
brick is member of a syndicate that
places on exhibition once every two
weeks, some costume exhibition, some
bird or animal or some freak. The
exhibit for the week commencing
Monday were three Monkeys. They
came in Saturday evening and about
ten o'clock, according to instructions,
Philbrick and his staff attempted to
transfer them from the shipping to
the exhibition cage. Perchauce they
escaped from the first while enroute
for the second cage. Then the fun
began. The monkeys commenced to
chatter from their respective retreats,
and occasionally would put their paws
to their nose, boy fashion, and give
Philbrick the laugh. They enjoyed a
few minutes chase around the floor,
until the sweat begin to roll down
Philbrick's jugular, and Philbrick
picked up a broom to coerce them
with. Then all three shot for the
stove pipes, the steam heat pipes, and
everything else that ran to the ceiling.
Up the steam heat pipes two of them
shot like arrows. The pipes we're
hot and the warming of the paws
caused the animals to chatter hideous-
ly. A third ran up the stove pipe
and from his rest near the ceiling
gave Philbrick and the clerks and his
two companions the ne plus ultra of
monkey laughter. Missiles were
hurled at the animals. Soft, gentle
invectiyes were used at them, but
without effect. After half an hour
they came down and another chase
ensued. One ran between Mr.. Phil
bricks legs while the proprietor cut a
hole in the air.
''Just let me see whether l can't
coax him in his cage," softly admon-
ished Mrs. Philbrick.
"Darn it, no, you go away" was the
Bowser like response of Mr.. Philbrick,
as the monkey hoped clear over his
shoulder. II guess I know thing OF
two about monkeys! I guess I have
been in the jungle where they catch
them! You can't tell me anything
about them, understand! Just give me
time and I'll get them in alright! Go
and get me little salt to put on their
tails and I'll fix them!'
The starch had entirely disappeared
from Mr.. Philbrick's No. 18 collar. A
large crowd of volunteers was gather
ing After one of the monkeys had
been knocked into his senses the
crowd gathered around them all,
sic WY closing in until the three ami
mails we're secure in the exhibition
cage. Mr.. Philbrick paid for the ci-
gars and Fay Robinson, engineer of
the heating plant, fell into fit of
laughter over Bowser Philbrick's