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Manawatu Herald, 23 April 1898, Page 4

MONKEYS AND A MIRROR. A Small Mirror Makes Things Wvely Among Central Park Monkey Folk. Tho Eander-log, as Mr. Kipling calll tho monkey folk, had a dreadful time in Central park not long ago and all becanso of a little mirror. But then a mirror has been known to raise no end of trouble among real human folks. As the New sTork World tells the tale, a wicked person (landed the mirror to a large brown monDICKO AXD THE MIRROR. key known as Dicko. Tho mirror waa about 4 inches in diameter. Dicko took it, grinned, scowled savagely and then knocked the ugly monkey in the frame clear across the cage. A small black monkey picked up the glass. He gazed at himself, and so did half a dozen other monkeys over his shoulder. Dicko made a dash and snatched the mirror, whereupon every othor monkey leaped upon him, and such a squealing, snapping, twisting mass of monkeys was never seen. The keeper found the inquisitive monkeys trying to eat the quioksilftk -. He entered the cage and fought with theia to take the glass away. It was all fun for * ne spectators, particularly one man, until J l6 waa arrested for furnishing the mirror. -, What the Birds Say. The negro is a close obi»srver of nature, as a rule. Every animal he endows with human attributes. The rabbit, fox tfnd squirrel and all the finny tribe are maa Q to play a part in story and song, and tho birds are not slighted. Here are some sentiments which, the New Orleans Times-Democrat says, are put into the mouths, or rather the beaks, of our feather friends by their sable interpreters. Sometimes the owls hoot from tree to tree across the swamp roads: Hive In the new house, Who— who— who's In the old? They call to each other from their perches in the mighty oaks and tupelo gums, where yellow jasmine and ratten vines twine so thickly as to make almost a jungle, and they say: I cook For my folks, And who —^who— who Cooks for y' all? The partridge whistles shrilly through the summer grasses: BobBobwhitel Corn ripe? Not quite. Dog bite? Yes, at night. The dove mourns, say the old black people, for a passing soul. They olaim, too, that the dove flies faster than does any other bird. The jay is said to carry souls downward. ■Why the pert little fellow has such an unenviable reputation is not known. This la the song he is said to stag: Away, awayl ' Done carried a soul Down today. Carry another Tomorrow. How to Ctover a Book. Put the book in the center of a sheet of paper huge enough to allow two inches to be turned in at the bottom and sides. Fold the cover over the sides and crease It so that it will not slip. Then cut diagonally from the top and bottom of the paper to points just a little beyond where the book will open. In many books this may be determined easily by th*> binding. Cut straight slips from the top and bottom of the paper to the four corners of the edges. Then fold the paper forming the extension of the sides down between the book and the part of the. paper cover which folds over the top. This will make each corner perfectly square. When using cloth, it is better to fold the corners rather than to cut them, as the cloth is apt to fray, but they should be always turned and folded so as to come outside the book itself, between it and tho cover, says Golden Days. Merry May. Baa, baa, white sheep, Come with me and play. Don't forget, my woolly pet, This is the first of May. Ding, dong, fairy bells! What is it you Bay? "Sweetest month of all the year Is the month of May." The Lazy Dandelion. The wes>J wind to the sunshine said: "It's time that child was out cf bed. I cannot even see hia head Above the clothes. Let's call his other nurse, the rain, And pull the sheets and counterpane Down to his toes." They pulled him out of his warm plaoe; They washed his crying, crumpled faca And lighting hands; They combed, and brushed his yellow halst Patted him here and kissed him there Till in the shining summer air Laughing he ntands.