The Washington times., 1911-07-03
ANIMALS ROAR IN
zoo AS A PROTEST
AGAINST THE HEAT
Call of the Wild Robs Apart
ment House Dwellers
of Sleep.

While people in the Ontario and Oc.
tavia apartment houses attempted tt
get a hammerlock on Old Morpheus by
pommeling pillows during the big hours
of the night and the wee, SIM ones OF
this morning, they heard the call of the
wild. The call came so distinctly that
It lured many of them from their beds
and caused many a patama promenade
All of the animals in the Zoo Joined in
an earnest verbal protest against the
intolerable heat. They could not sleep,
so they made the people in the adjoin-
ing apartment houses walk the floor
with them. It was a wild night. The
roar Of the lion did not blend harmon,
Iously with the plant Of the panther. The
monkeys chartered an erratic protest.
and every inhabitant in the Zoo entered
a personal knock.
Density of population in the large
flying cage at the Zoo made living in
tolerable in Birdland. Quarters are so
scarce there that the big tenement
house tree is literally filled with nests
and there is no attempt at segrega-
tion. Even a color line is impossible,
for the dark birds insist on living
next to those of lily white plumage.
This Heterogeneous population is
most distasteful to my esthetic
taste" complained dignified Mrs.
Crane to her mate when the daily
wTangle began in the branches Sun
day morning. Our neghbors are al
ways calling each other names, and
as for raising good children in this
crowded tree, 1t Is impossible. There
&c al Y,rfu 10
fat is a castle compared to this. I
wish we could join the back-to-nature
movement, but we're tied down here.
MI. Pelican Too Fresh.
And you know that fat Mr.. Pelican"
Mrs. Crane gossiped on. well, 1 was
walking along the beach in my wading
suit this morning when he insulted me.
Yes, sir. He said, All there, Miss
Spindleshanks.' Wasn't that Just hor-
rid? But 1 got back at him. 1 said,
oh, you're not so much, Mr.. Pelican.
All you are good for is to eat shore
dinners and run a big biIl.''
There was big riot yesterday when
Roseate Spoonbill promenaded in her
dainty pink garb Mr.. Great Blue
Heron tilted his head and gave her the
Just as Mrs. Heron. who was suppos-
ed to be home taking care of the
f1edglings. hove into view.
PICKLE thing" she cawed, f1uffing up
her feathers, and making a dive for
her mate. You will leave me home
TO raise your young While you walk the
beach, will your
The Herons Squabble.
We'll. isn't your nest we'll feathered?'
he protested. Don't make a scene right
here in front of all our neighbors." But
Mrs. G. B. Heron wouldn't listen to
reason-and they had it out right there
regular hair pulling, eye scratching
episode.
Demoiselle Crane in her naughty way
secured the admiration of the male
population and the enmity of the female
population. Miss Peacock caused a
sensation as she strutted by on the out
side of the cage, but none of those in
durance vile could touch her.
Gee, but she dresses loud" comment
ed the envious one.
''Yes, and old-fashioned," agreed the
co-knocker. "A regular hoop skirt in
1911. Why doesn't she change to a
hobble. She wears the same thing all
the time. There's no use in talking, life
here isn't what it used to be-
"Oh; no, it's lost all its class
And then the complaint about the
crowded quarters and the mixed popula-
ton was resumed.