The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1898-11-27

his number. but he's In the books of the
American Razorback Swine Association.
Don't be afraid 20 make test case OF him
with the poun9r7aster." And Jim drove
away. The creature stood there ID def
AMI attitude. looking at u3e. ] approached,
saying, Coed piggy" With snort ne
Topped around On his forward legs and dis
appeared down the street in "A cloud OF
dust. Hes as fast as the cat," / unused.
but no so graceful
went sr.fo the office ard wrote a glow
ing item about the razorback. / referred
10 him as "a pleasing paehydern anc
spoke proudly OF tie purity Of his breed.
Thanks 10 me generosity OF the genial Jim
Simmons. one Of natures noolemen, i
wrote Eye editor is row the possesaor Of
the only pure bred raxorhack in the terri
tory II any % our readers hear a whiz-
zin1 sound passing their doors, they may
knaw IL Is Our porker going by. WHAT are
you going to do abou, Il, Mr.. Poundmas-
ter7'' / even ran in a little anecdoticai
item elsewhere. telling how Jim. when he
lived in Arkansas. and worked for All uncle
named Green, who kept a store. used TO
sign receipts thus: Green. per Simmons"
There was no truth In IL. but knew II
would please Jim.
Mark ye the spite, the cruelty Of human
naturei I was happy. / knew nothing
about swine. I had believed ali that Jim
said. really thought that In that pig l
had eoue:hiag rare and valuable But
when the paper appeared the townspeople
came In, many that called themselves my
friends and told me the truth--that the
razorback Is q degenerate scrub unworthy
serious attention; that he furnished but one
thing for human use, and that IS bristles.
and not many Of them. they being mostly
worn of by the raptdity OF his flight
through the air Some of them said, TOO.
.z-f.. A. 4 III
can Razorback Swine Association. For
weeks Inquired after Jim from his neigh
bors. They said ne seemed to be going 10
the other town altogether nowadays. We
named the pig Simmons in grateful remem-
brance.
Shall ever forget the trouble that Sim
mons caused me? He lived under the Of
fice. as jim had said be would. Mentally
Simmons was bright. but he was a moral
burden. Often when I was writing. per-
haps or the stability of Our City's
Growth" Simmons would begin 10 scratch
his back on the floor joists and shake the
whole building. He pied galleys OF type in
this way Again, ne would come around in
front and poke his head in the door and
snort at me detantly and ungratefuy.
lie had no means OF knowing what | was
writing. and I thought II unknd and mali
cious OF him Sometimes Il seemed as IL
he hated and desplsed me. On other ocea-
sions It appeared as II he would in his poor.
dumb way call me-brother! Once I went.
as member OF a committee, TO the station
to help welcome an Eastern capitalist who
was coming with view of investing money
In the place. Simmons followed close be-
saind. like dog. and peered around my
legs at the visitor and grunted scornfully.
rs who should say: "Hah. old moneybags.
What are your" "You-er-hogs seem IA
miilar.'' observed the man. The rest OF the
committee turned their hacks on me. TITS
the editor's." explained the header. Don't