Norwich bulletin., 1910-04-12
THE BULLETINS DAILY STORY
AN OVERHEARD CONFIRMATION

a dahIia to be kept in nice cellar. and then when all danger of frost Vas past to be planted in a rich gar- d4 aad blossom when I please? l tel you this is a very unjust world!"
 I've had the most humiliating ex- perience of all" remarked Prince Jon- quill, relative of the Narcissus family.
 After lifting any head up through the surface and getting tangled up in a mass of brush, somebody threw a piece of carpet over the brush heap and here l am a prisoner. The only light I get is what comes through the occasional holes in that old carpet Of course my growth is stunted, and yet my master expects I'm to be a. thing of beauty and fragrance; I'm to make his grounds lovely, and later adorn his table and be admired by his guests. I wouldn't ask for much to eat and drink. but would like half a chance to fulfil my mission in the world."
 Don't you think worthy sir" said Lady Daffodil. picking up wonderfully in the warm sunshine, '.that this man Winthrop was. born tired? Here it is April. and only yesterday I heard-I could not see-him trimming his grapevine. Unless I'm terribly off there's going to be great many tears shed a little later"
 He was both late and tired" said MT Crocus, but he's no worse than half the men on this street Now this negligence is not due to any lack of intelligence, but to sheer indifference and want of enthusiasm II should think that all those who love flowers, and who like to see their grounds made beautiful by walks, trees and shrub bery, would form themselves into society. and enter on a campaign of education."
 As no reply was made to this last remark, l began slowly to walk away thinking that the conversation was ended, when new voice spoke up, somewhat coarser and harsher than ha nfh r,<xI-r the back yard. As it had a tinge of sourness in it, knew that it was the voice of the Rhubarb.
 q don't believe that any of you have troubles like mine. Last fall when went to bed they put on a lot of straw and leaves to keep me warm That was all right because it was kind and thoughtful. It was also all right to to keep the gales from blowing my bed-clothes away. But why dn the name of vegetation don't they think to take off the bedding when the time comes for me to wake up? Here I am trying to poke my red nose up through not only straw and leaves, but also bords and stones The only thing that consoles me is that my surround ings in the outer world would not be very satisfa chory. The sound Of the coal-sifter tells me that there is a pile of ashes near by, and I know that the old hencoop collapsed by the snow three winters ago, will be the same old eye-sore up in the corner There will be also the same old tangle of dead grass, brush, and general litter, that usually greets my spring advent If 1t didn't make my nose so sore roofing about after the light I would as soon remain here in the ta rkness.
 Now. as this goes on year after year.. continued the Rhubarb, after a pause, with no prospect of a change, why can we not form union to pro- tect our rights just as woringmen do :? If this man Winthrop treated the clerks in his store IS he does us, they'd strike-what do you say to that, fel- IoWs?"
 As the idea was novel, no immediate reply was made, but as I went away the Lady Daffodil and MT Crocus were very thougshtful.-By H. R., of Salton-