A Puppy Adopts a Brood of Chickens

1896

Rather a pathetic story comes from a small town on the outskirts of Philadelphia, the truthfulness of which is vouched for by a prominent citizen of the place.

This P. C. is an extensive chicken raiser, and some time since set a favorite hen upon a nest of eggs, expecting them to hatch in the usual period of three weeks. Three, four and five weeks passed and no chickens, and it was not until the end of the sixth week that the new poultry appeared, but with them came the demise of the old hen, presumably as a result of her unusually long continued sedentary occupation.

The chicks, not knowing, of course, that their mother was dead, attempted to crawl under her wings and keep warm. Their owner, seeing the trouble they were in, pressed a small Newfoundland pup into service, and, placing it in a closed coop, put the chicks in after. The soft fur of the pup made a pleasant retreat for the little ones, and now pup and poultry are inseparable. — Philadelphia Call.

Theda Bara Says She is Going To Quit Vamping

1920

Famous Movie Vampire Says Everybody is Some Sort of a Vamp But She is Tired of the Business

New York — Theda Bara, she of celluloid fame, who has had the unique experience of vamping herself into fame, vamping herself out of fame, and now intends to outvamp herself — as it were — expects greater success on the stage than she ever found on the screen.

Seated in a little dressing room off the stage suite of Al H. Woods, her new producer, she told me of her new ambitions. She confided that when she appears in "The Blue Flame," under the direction of Woods, America will see not the old Theda Bara, not the new Theda Bara, but "The old Theda Bara and the new Theda Bara and the real Theda Bara."

The interview was not a minute old before I discovered that Theda Bara has a voice extremely well suited to the stage.

"I have given myself up to this new thing to a greater extent than I ever did before," she said. "Practically every minute of every day since my rehearsals have started has been devoted to work, and, with the exception of the theater, I have almost given up amusement, for the time being. My new play — my first on the stage — is everything I could desire, for it gives me a chance to show a woman of modern times as many of them are, entirely conscienceless and hardened at times and yet as lovable at others, changeful brilliant, and yet just a woman."

"Then, said I, "you believe every woman is more or less of a vampire, and that this is particularly true in these days of fur coats, automobiles, and $1,000 evening gowns?"

"Surely," said she. "And by saying that, I don't mean there is anything wrong in being a vampire — at least, not in the way I mean. Doesn't every wife do the vampirish tricks to please her husband? Doesn't every girl strive to appear at her best? And shouldn't they? Surely. The parts I portray only show that trait in an exaggerated, or rather extreme form."

—Appleton Post Crescent, Appleton, WI, Feb. 9, 1920, p. 8.

Home Made Poems by Sara Kenugen – "Mary's Lamb"

1928

HOME MADE POEMS
By SARA KENUGEN

MARY'S LAMB

Our Mary had a little lamb,
'Twas made into a fur.
And tho the day was boiling hot,
It always hung on her.

One day she wore her lamy lam,
To church, which was quite near;
When, lo, the choir began to sing,
"There'll be no necking here."

Our Mary then was hopping mad,
And tossed her head in air.
You go to ...... Celeron she said,
You'll find a plenty there.

She visited a candy store,
And met a nicey man;
He said "altho" it's very warm,
You wear your lamy lam.

This was too much for Mary dear,
So home she straightway ran;
And on the floor she threw,
Which came from lamy lam.

A playful pup awaiting near,
Mischievous work began,
And soon a bunch of fuzz was left,
Of what was Mary's lamb.

Mr. Editor:
You cannot make a lady's hand bag out of a sow's ear, let alone a whistle from a pig's tail. The Creator never made MAN his masterpiece to be a church deacon in the morning and to eat apples with Eve in the evening.
Yours,
SARA.

—The Warren Tribune, Warren, Pennsylvania, September 8, 1928, page. 3.

Fox Farming Proves Costly

1920

Pair Valued at $3,000 Escape; Trapper Kills One

GRASS VALLEY, Cal. — Fox farming in the Lake Tahoe region of the Sierras has proved a costly experiment and may end in failure.

Of three pair of silver-gray foxes brought from British Columbia early last winter to stock a farm projected there, two have escaped, one of them being killed recently by a trapper, and the other is at large.

The animals are said to be have cost $3,000 per pair at the place of purchase, and their pelts are valued at from $500 to $1,200.


To Exterminate Grasshoppers

To exterminate grasshoppers, a Wisconsin man has invented a device to be pushed across a field, the insects jumping against a policed metal surface from which they slide between rollers that crush them.

—The Saturday Blade, Chicago, March 27, 1920, page 2.