Evening journal., 1900-03-07
PROVED nER OWNERSHIP.
'Posey, Old Boy" Recognized in a
New Jersey Court.

-foseyl OLD Boy" Recognized IN
New Jersey Court.
This parrot did not ally itself with
the Prohibitionists. It was totally
lacking in any moral sense and not
having any responsibility concerning
a live Of rectitude here in order TO
escape warm reception hereafter.
No, the bird was utterly and hope
lessly immoral. Gratitude did not
exist in the gizzard beneath its creme
de menthe feathers and that is why
Poll played truant and left its owner,
Meyer Posnek. OF No. 141 Charleston
street. Newark, n. ].
Il would have pleased the immoral
element OF the community If the bird
had made straightway for a church
building and dealt forth homilies and
platitudes from the front steps.
This was not the kind of a fowl.
Nary This bird wended its bow-leg-
ged wabbly course straight for the
nearest saloon. Jacob Haufer was
the president. secretary and treasur-
er Of this thirst quenchery, and the
bird hoped on the bar with the re-
mark
'Well, old boy, set 'em up; set 'em
upl' s
Haufer held cocktail glass by it's
dainty waist, and was about forming
the crook in the elbow that put so
many otherwise decent citizens on the
bum. Haufler dropped the glass.
which behaved as glasses ordinarily
do on such occasions.
well, I'll be ID" muttered the
visitor I'm take mine straight"
Now, saloons are bad places to see
green birds. animals or reptiles in
different hues of the spectrum. The
saloonkeeper was little "leery" at
first but the uncanny fowl cooked his
head on one side, allowing his shutter
/ like eyelids to droop wisely, and the
"barkeep" was won. He sent out and
bought a new cage and installed the
newcomer as assistant back of the
bar. Here Poll rendered himself, or
herself invaluable. When the Gus
toners would slow up in their orders.
and buyers would stagnate few. the
bird would shout:
wake up Whatll it be?" or some
thing similar, and business would re-
vive.
Posnek heard the birds voice Civ
ing orders on Monday as he was pass
ing, and, rushing into the saloon. he
claimed the talkative fowl. Haufer
refused to yield the inmate Of the cage
and a fight ensued. The case was
taken to court, and Judge Cchalk re-
marked:
We'll Wen leave it to the bird.
Who owns you?"
"Posey, old boy" answered Poll
standing on one leg, with the other
raised so as to form 4. Let's go
n get a drink"
THAT birds yours. Posnek," said
the Judge, although it's the first time
/ ever took testimony without swear
ing the witness; but I am not sure
that this witness appreciates the ma
ture Of an oath"
Get out, youl Gimme beer!" yelled
the parrot.
Il may be mistaken about the oath, g"
said the Judge doubtfully and"
Get out youl Whose treat is it?"
asked the bird walking up and down
the rail of the Judges desk.
Take the-I mean, take the bird
away said Court.
Poll gazed around the courtroom
with a look of disdain. Noticing a
Hebrew peddler standing in the line
Of prisoners, the birds optic caught
the colporteur's nasal projection. Poll
rubbed one claw over his, or her beak,
took another look at the Hebrew and
burst into uproarous laughter.
'Ha, ha, hal" shrieked the bird,
hes got my nose; he. ha. ha, hal"
end the parrot was hustled from the
room. Not before, however, it had
mastered the court proceedings.
You're drunk, Posey, old boy" he
shrieked, going down the street;
thirty days or $40"
"Posey, old boy" placed the parrot
under his coat and made for home.
Poll was seen at Posneks home and
was in the dumps. The court ex-
perience had affected Poll. Ten dol
lars or ten days" yelled the green pet
with hysterical laughter
You would hit your wife. eh2 Six
months" and other sentences were all
the bird would say. The old blithe in
vitation to take a drink was missing.
and Polnek fears that Polls life has
been changed by the courtroom ex-