The Irish standard., 1910-01-22

After the sorry outcome of his jour-
nalistic experiment lib got disguised
with installing wheels of progress, and
as we now had a modicum of the taint-
ed he decided on bit of the cosmo-
had snapped dull placidity for the hys-
terical bleat and blare of Broadway.
Only the change was so radical near
ly Inconvenience seven motormen by
being run over before my patron could
drag me aside and into the permanent
Office of circus.
"'We'll just stop and say how dye
do said he, grabbing me by the collar
and encouraging me to enter.
"Then did I know the old lust had
returned, and that once again we were
destined to supply foundations for the
big parade.
"'Not anything with equators in it,
I groaned,, as the head sheik fell on
our necks and joyously proclaimed he
had had seven we-never-sleep sleuths
trailing us for a month. I'm gutter
unless it's mild insisted.
I'm response, the handspring pat
ted me lovingly on the back and led
us to big map and asked us to
guess. held my hat over Patagonia,
for two years before lib and had Wis
tied that joint and with fy-paper had
tried to catch few of the rollicking
sprites who longed to eat Magellan
and the other early press agents. They
had proven great sprinters and had
caught us before we covered the first
memories and broken collar-bone we
had torn ourselves away and gained
the coast
Something with blondes in It,
begged, for saw Tbs eyes spark
ling as he cooked his head in the old
way and benevolently studied the
chart
"Our would-be employer in soothing
tones reminded how we had distanced
all other collectors in picking up cir
Gus truck. He showed us ten-foot
posters of our cannibals and sacred
goats and lion-faced boys; and with
this gentle lead began to spring the
trap. To cut it short, the circus
wanted giants.
"To sustain his statement he pro-
duced cablegrams and terse letters
written in red ink in which the owner
said he hankered only for dozen high
men, who would scare the village nags
into the Methodist church when pass
ing on parade. And they must be lofty
enough to do this without recourse to
high-heeled boots and two-foot
shakos.
"'Of course, if he wants giants
murmured lib, and light not of sea
he formally agreed to try his dangdest.
I knew there was no use in endea7or-
ing to dissuade him, and needless of
the threatening gongs I slouched along
in his wake, unwittingly on my way
to a dramatic situation that for pure
intensity of emotion was to render
Fridays dimpled footprint q merely
pretty climax.
"As ill-luck would have it, the man
ager possessed slight tip from
Moravian missionary, who had been
doing lecture stunt after long stop
In the edge of the arctic circle. Armed
with this shadow of hint, my patron
now led the way to Brooklyn and I'M
fortunately landed the lecturer. 1t re-
CURED deep display of heart interest
In the flat-faced, stubby fat-eaters back
home before our man would veer
around and answer indiscriminate
questions. Then he opened up and
told lis of the lost race Of Anakim,
and lib murmured in my off-ear,
There were giants in the earth In
those days.
"The missionary fastened to ex-
plain he had never met any of these
big people, but half-asserted his belief
that they could be found somewhere
up there in the interior of Greenland.
He added, significantly, they were
amply protected from circus collectors,
not only by peculiar territorial aud cli'