The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1900-05-31
PICKED UP FROM COUNTER
AND FROM CURBSTONE.

by one of the young men Of the city:
'''After recent rain storm took d walk
into the country on the Mishicott road,
then early in the morning. The sun
was up and the fresh morning atmos-
phere was exceedingly invigorating
The roadway, however, was loamy, max
ing it disagreeable for the pedestrian
but i plodded along, thoroughly enjoy
ing myself Nature about me was just
as charming as spring could make it,
and the rain had added piquancy to the
trees and the green fields. AS | was
making my way along / noticed of
sudden a bird shoot through the air,
travelling swiftly toward the earth. Just
az it came into juxtaposition with me it
made a miscalculation, flying too near
the surface and its feet We're suddenly
caught in the soft loan. Instantly the
robin was imprisoned and it realized
the fact and | watched it for several
minutes make frantic efforts to release
itself from the chains that held it from
its native sphere. The birds song had
gone and in its place it frequently utter
ed a shrill cry Then again it would
flap its wing, but each effort to gain free
dom seemed to make the task more hope
less, and finally its wings became en-
meshed in the clayey earth and that evil
IDENTIFY was the last hope gone and the
songster in despair gave up
AT this moment | walked over to
where the robin was, confident that the
loan was unable to intercept my prog
ress, and reaching it l bent down but
apparently it shrank with, fear, expect
ing impending doom, but gently lifted
the bird from its prison and carried it
along with me home. l realized that to
have allowed it it's immediate liberty
would have meant death to it, because
its feathers were smirched with the
loan which would have impeded its
fight and kept it on the earth. When
/ reached my rooms took the feathered
creature, cleaned off its plumage with a
damp sponge and then put it in a cage
until il. was dry, and when satisfied it
was able to fly alone, took the cage to
my parlor window, and opening both
the window and the cage door, the songs
ter passed out into its native element,
happy again.
~
A gentleman of Manitowoc, a bachelor
of course, recently hunted the town over
to find a keg on which was printed the
words, pigs Feet" He scraped and
cleaned and polished the key until it
shone like FURNISHED silver, leaving the
suggestive letters, however, upon the
wood. He filled the box with the choic-
est candy and a dainty book and shipped
the key to a dainty young woman in
Northern Wisconsin. One can imagine
how she felt when the keg was deliver
ed in her name at her home. 1t is I'M
derstood she detests the very mention of
the succulent article of food Curiosity,
however, compelled her to open the mys-
terious keg which had been sent by ex-
pitsS, dllu III lIt tAlluDeTdIlCp OF
pleasure she wired back: Your pigs
feet are too cute for anything" And
now the laugh is on the young man.
~
G. VI. Boroherdt, proprietor of the
Northwestern house has wonderful
rooster. Speaking about it the other
day he observed that it is regular Jim
Jefferies of the feathered tribe. 1t will
tackle any other rooster around this part
of town, and somehow or other it never
loses in fair and open fight. Mr. Bor
cherdts rooster, if classed, would be in
the light weight, but it spnrns to remain
in so insignificant association, having all
the science and pluck of the real heavy
weight. Borcherdt says his fowl always
fights fair and square Its thorough
going Democrat. and in the pugilistic
ring it follows the accepted Marquis of
Queensberry's rules. Ithas utterly van
quished all the Plymouth Rock ROSTERS