The Saint Paul globe., 1898-11-13
Episaes to St. Paul.

There is story going the rounds OF how
an able-bodied and somewhat fierce supporter
OF Arosin's was discovered In a tough Third
ward saloon the day before election In the
act OF beating the head of the last man Ia
the place, and inquiring of him IL he would
not now vote for Arosin. The incident re-
called parrot story to Col vandlver.
"A bird faneier came into the possession Of
a rare and valuable parrot, whose CONVERSE
tionaI powers so extraordinary that The
bird was more than once suspected OF being
possessed Of reasoning powers" sad Van.
The bird man thought ne would give his
friends treat. and he invited them TO come
and see this remarkable creature. He put
the parrot in the midst OF an admirfng cir
Gle and told his friends to observe. Then
he approached the bird.
Pretty Poll. he said How Is Polly?'
Polly remained dumb lie put some honey
into his voice: Pretty Poll Polly want
some bird food? Pretty Poll. Call me uncle
The bird resolved itself into an obtuse beast
and remained silent. The fancier got red in
the face, and kept repeating Call me uncie
until patience ceased TO be virtue and he
grabbed the parrot by the neck and threw It
out into the yard, where there we're a few
dozen game cocks. Late that night he was
awakened by a tremendous row among the
game DlFdSs lie went OUT 10 see hIdL WIS
the matter There were twenty seven dead
cocks in the pit, and the parrot had another
one by the neck. He was dashing the
fortunate fowl on the ground and shrleking:
Call me unc,e. you beast. call me uncle .
Isaac Staples, who died a few months ago
at Saltwater. was very fond Of telling
story that he averred incident in his
own hfe. He was at one time In direct
charge Of a gang OF men on a boom, and the
boom boss was a hardy Norwegian, who knew
nothing Of danger and didn't expect that his
men should consider the danger Of their
work. One morning the boom boss sp-
preached Mr. Staples and said that he was
man short and must have another
"AiI right said Staples; "I'll send oson."
At noon the foreman came back.
"Ay want a man for de boom he said.
why ! sent you one this morning said
Mr. Staples; how plAny men do you want7"
"Ay know you SAINT me von," said the
foreman; but Olson he fall OF de boom and
not come back. Ay guess he qvit de job"
But for the presence OF mind Of some OF the
bathers al Manhattan Beach, Chicago. last
summer. the Kelcey-shannon company might
have been short a comedian At the open
ing OF the season at Powers new theater
part Of LATHE Lord Fsuntleroy. and Edward
See. a fve-footer. who Is the comedian Of
the company, thought they would refresh
themselves after rehearsal one afternoon With
a bath. Terrence got into the water nrzt.
ard waded out quite distance before the
water reached TO his shoulders When See
got to the waters edge he hesitated mo-
ment. because swimming Is not one Of his
accom- plishments. lie yelled out to Terrence:
..Is the water very deep?"
'sOh, no." replied Terrence; 1T is only up
to here" stretching out his arms just above
the surface OF the water. With calm, self
assurance See walked out TO the end Of the
spring board that extended out quite MA.
to where Terrence was swimming. Without
any hesitation he msde a good long jump.
OF course the water was over his head. He
came up putting and blowing. and egidently
tried TO call to his companion. Before he
uttered sound he went down again. Tor
renee and one OF two others near by were
quick enough 10 grasp the situation. and
caught hold OF the little man before he came
fully TO the surface the second time They
dragged him In towards shore few feet up-
I'll the water was shallow enough TO aios
him 20 stand on the bottom with safety He
rubbed his eyes for a moment or two. then.
with 3 look OF desp disgust turned towards
Terrence and said: II thought you tod me
the water wasn't deep out there"
s.It wasn't for me-" replied Terrence. 7
forgot about you being q sawed-oh-"