Norwich bulletin., 1915-03-20

chair.
 "OhI that was an awful trip." he groaned
 50 soon?'' queried the cynical man.
 Not at all" vigorously responded the young man. But I hate parrots! some people have just a nice, polite dislike for things. but as for me, when don't like anything I detest it! If nad to decide on the think in this whole world that appeals to me most as the height of superf1uousness I should instantly, without the least hes itatlon, select a parrot! All would nave been well if Ethel were not so norrroly nice when she is nice! Why, lilto the eyes of a person I knew she simply couldn't stand and gaze in such a way that the fellow thought she was hanging on his every wordI It made me nedvous and downhearted at first wondering if she worked the same same on mel We'll, you can imagine her effect, then. when she listened to !Irlggs talk about his parrot Griggs IS my boss, and the finest old chan in the world, and Ethel is crazy about perhaps she overdid the being-inter- ested act. At any rate, she must have given Griggs the idea that her life was blank because it did not include a parrot, after she had learned from his own lips what intense joy the Griggs SN~'O AIo o"1iClo.
 "Just as I was ready to start for the train this trip Griggs beckoned me in- to his private office. His face radiated delight. He confided in me that if I would go around by a certain bird and animal store, 1 would find waiting for me a package he wished me to deliver With his compliments to Ethel. hastened to that bird store laboring With awful suspicious, which were more than confirmed when with a smile of real ffendish glee they handed over to me huge cage with Polly in side, carefully wrapped up in paper so that no one on earth would suspect that there was anything inside but a parrot
 "I suppose it is a happy moment for bird store man when he gets rid of parrot. This one seemed extremely Jub1lant. He told me it was a lovely bird. I carried that bird to the train | In a taxi, and they wouldn't let me in
 to the parlor car with it. When I was prayerfully conveying it to the bag gage room Polly sang hymns. She al ways coughed before each verse and | the populace would turn and glare as though they suspected me of having | a nice old lady with peppermint drops in her pocket concealed in the cage. | Everybody grinned and all burst out in eXclamations over their great dis | oovery: 'Oh-you have parrot, haven't you?
 l When the baggage man repeated the formula l leaned close and whispered l in his pink ear that what I really had
 in the cage was a performing tarantu- l Ia, that ate a pound of beefsteak at every meal, and please to treat it tenderly. I saw him peeking into the paper wrappings respectfully until the parrot burst out to the effect that | along came Ruth.'
 "I rode in state in t1a town Io11c
 my journeys end, holding onto the bird cage, which was balanced against an | irate gentleman with the gout, who | was not at all backward in expressing his opinion of men who carted around their little pets in public. As I l tumbled out, red faced, at EthePs house
 I met my future father-i law coming | out. He took one look at my baggage
 and blew up.
 | Never, so long as he lived, he vowed, should he suffer one of those | internal birds under his rooftree! | Hitstrto he had regarded me resigned