HE WOULDN'T BE INSULTED.

Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3778, 5 February 1881, Page 4

HE WOULDN'T BE INSULTED.

A resident of Brush street owns, feeds, and loves a parrot, and the thought never entered his head that that; bird;jjwould some day be the cause of a ruction and a riptjin his front; yard.' At mid-afternoqn the other day, the parrot hung out and its owner sat on. the. stoop enjoying his pipe and the shade.

Along came aman with beer in his eyes,' And step unßteady and slow ; And he cried, " Hello!" to the bird in the cage, And the parrot he answered," Hello!"

The drunkard saw that he had struck a good thiDg, and he leaned on the fence and called the bird a thief and a robber. Poll took it in good part for a while, but finally thought he was being picked on too much, and answeaed—

"Go 'long—go 'long—your're a liar '" The man opened the gate and went in to demolish the parrot. The owner, of course, objected, and the two had fought all over the front yard before an officer arrived.

" James Parsons," began His Honour, as the prisoner stood before him, " you have gotten yourself into an embarrassing situation."

"0h,.1 guess not," was the careless

reply..'.. „- .■ ■ ■', ■.; ■:■■-..• :- \^ " Do you deny that you were drunk ?" '* I had taken a few sips." "And do you deny attacking this old man in his yard?" , "I expect I hit him, but hie did his best on me. I wasn't so drunk as not to know when I was insulted, and I allow neither man nor beast, nor bird to insult me when I can help myself." " You seem to think a great deal of your honour," observed the Court. " Yes, sir, I do." "Well, we'll try to wash some off with soap and water. I shall give you sixty days." " I appeal the case i" " That won't make any difference, sir. You'li go right up to the work-house this, morning. If you give me another word I'll double your sentence 1" The prisoner wanted to. He got his mouth open, but concluded to stop right there. When returned to the corridor he shook his fist under Bijah's nose and. offered to make raspberry jam of him for a cent. A rush and a squeal were heard, and when a reporter looked in he saw the prisoner tied up in a hard knot and laid across a barrel in the corner.