Milford chronicle., 1948-01-16

conductor, pulling
out of Grand Gen.
trail station. looked
up over his glasses
and cracked down
with a glare on this little canary.
He said, you understand, now, ii
that bird raises any disturbance,
of he goes.
With the atom bomb and Pales-
tine and the iron curtain and star.
walton and woe all over, he was 60.
ing to pull the cord out in the coun-
try up around Utica maybe, in the
dead Of winter, and throw of one
canary for disorderly conduct.
Spelvin didn't sing a note that
night or all next day. After two
weeks went by and no singing
he, PegleF, meaning me, wrote
to the warden Of q big prison
where they have a fellow who
has been almost 35 years in soil.
tary for murder, who Is nutty as
a nOugat but was allowed 70
breed canaries until q few years
ago when he got fresh again.
He is still a great authority on
the diseases Of canaries and is even
a canary psychiatrist Of sorts, So
the warden put a hypothetical case
to him and he wrote his recommen.
dations. Spelvin soon began to chit,
ter and in no time he was roaring
his head of. sent the warden q
check for $40, but can't imagine
what good it can do the poor guy
because prisoners in his class are
allowed to buy absolutely nothing
outside the regular standard diet
A WELL-OILED BIRD.
Last summer, Spelvin's talon.
grew so long that he could almost
palm a young lamb so asked the
bird man at the Bronx zoo what
they did about the Condors wher
their claws got too big. He said tC
soften them with olive oil unit
they were nice and pliable and ther
pinch them of with nippers.
started to do this but Spelvin got
away and few up on one Of the
perches and when I made a grat
for him he made a graceful leap foI
the trapeze, the way he usually does,
But with the olive oil he
slipped, missed his footing and
sprained his ankle. He was sup
posed not 70 try any fancy leaps
for at least three weeks but q
few days later he got fresh and
hoped to the trapeze. He made
that all right, so then he hoped
to the perch. On that ankle he
was slow to duck and the ira
peZe swung over and hit him In
the back Of the head and
knocked him cold. gave him q
slug Of Old Grand-Dad and Il
brought him around quick but
it also got him cOCkeyed. He
tried the tFapeze and this time
he missed completely and hit
smack on his snOOt.
Since then he sings fine but thinl
he is punchy from getting hit agar
ana again in the back Of his heaC
by that trapeze. No timing at all
Jumps off onto the perch yelling
Look! No handsi" Then the ira
peze comes back and ''Zonki" i
conks him and he staggers around
muttering He pulled a knife OF
mel"
That is all there is to the canary
phase Of the true story Of Pegler
the man.
DOUBLE-CROSSING DOG.
/ am not going to have any more
dogs. You can divide your lifetime
into the ifetimes Of your dogs. 1
/ were to have another. l2-year-dol
starting now, he would die JUS
when / hit 65. That is no time K
lose a good friend.
! Up to last year, / had two
dogs, q thoroughbred dachshund
and a little stringy mutt. The
dachshund had powerful Jaws
and the mutt had jaws like q su-
gar tOngs, and together they
were q good team on wood
ChuCks. The hund would 60 down
q hole and the mutt would come
home for help. Then down we
all would go with bickaxes
and CrOwbars and mine him ont.
He got cut up something awful
but he hated Chucks ID q dumb
way and there was no quit 10
him, where WOOdchucks were
concerned. Otherwise, he was no
dice with me.
It certainly seems mighty funn,
the way this dachshund acted to
ward me.
petted him and babied him an,
yet the dirty little double.crosse.
would wait until strangers wer,
around and then he would lie dow
and Cringe and whine. "Oh, don
get that terrible club that you bea
me with this morningl Don't kicI
me anymorel"
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