The Minneapolis journal., 1903-12-12
oiday Dinner an Event at Their Home in the
Geological Park in New York---Dohong and
Polly Partalze Of Elaborate Meal at Table
Like "Real Folks Jake, from Japan,
Jealous Of the Attentions Of His Keeper
A Monkeys Funeral.

finished his work, while Soko watched
furtfvely from corner, all the while
humping her feet against the floor.
Now, Soko, give me your paw"
said Miles, but Soko willed otherwise,
and in twinkling was scrambling up
the side Of the cage with her bat
tered feed pan.
That's the way with monkeys y
said Miles. I'm that respect they
are much like other animals, and
every little while they will turn on
their keeper, no matter how much
they care for him. They seem to be
subject to varying moods more than
the lower animals, and when they are
despondent they are the most danger
Gus.
For instance, take Polly here. She
is as wilful as a child, and before
breakfast is like a human being who
gets out the wrong side of the bed.
Come here, Polly he said, enter
ing her cage. Polly sprang into his
arms, put her arms about his neck
and nestled her head. "Now turn a
somersault-just one" But Polly be-
gan to cry, and clung to him closer.
Keeper Miles was insistent, and,
sisted her in turning the somersault,
much to her embarrassment. She
sprang up, and hurried to far cor
| ner of the cage, while the air was
filled with shrill, child-like cries.
Susy, the long-armed baboon, and
| her daughter, Kaiser Wilhelm, was
| reached. When the door opened Mrs
| Wilhelm, sought the highest shelf
where the daughter disappeared from
sight behind the huge body of the
| mother.
Come, come, Sury,'' said the
keeper. Where's the baby? Bring hel
t~1, - - L.,
she was reaching behind her. With
an unceremonious jerk she yanke6
| the sprawling youngster around tt
the edge of the shelf.
The keeper went from cage to cage
and the monkeys, little and big
hocked about him. A White-throatet
sapajou, little-faced creature, an
swered to the name of Funny Face
and talked to the keeper in almost in
audible chatters. The golden-spide
monkey raced up and down the cage
while his less demonstrative com
n panion. a black spider monkey, lef
his bed OF hay reluctantly to gree
the keeper.
AS he opened the door Of the Gag
which holds his chief pets, Dohons
the orang-outang, and Polly, the chin
!. panzee, they sprang into Miles arm,
one on either side.
Time to have your faces and hand
| washed before breakfast, children h
said.
In the dining-room the almost hu
man creatures are served with thre
meals a day.. Here, too, there is
: set sbowI,IWdth hot and q cold waite
Every morning Of their monkey live
Dohong and Polly have their faces an
:. hands washed. They are worse tina
children for getting their hands dill
, ty, but, unlike a great many childre1
they delight in having them washed
Dohong is placed on blackir
box, and Keeper Miles takes Pol
first. He scrubs her hands, one at
time, and then her face, while ST
clings to him with both feet and til
' unoccupied hand. Meanwhile Dohon
, tired of sitting on the blacking bo
. climbs down and begins to investigat
l things. He opens the blacking be
| and thrusts a hairy paw inside, but
word from the keeper suffces to mah
S him withdraw it.
Y Then the sound of the water in tt
wash bowl attracts his attention, an
S he saunters across the floor to whel
, Polly is receiving her ablutions. +
2 climbs up the water pipe, and watch'
t the washing process solemnly ar
2 critically, until the looking glass, IA