be no more aborigines except on football 

 teams and in Wild West shows. It is very 

 sad. 



But, strange to say, nobody has seemed 

 to notice that the wooden Indian is also 

 becoming extinct. Time was when wooden 

 Indians were as plentiful as pledges be- 

 fore a primary. In those halcyon days 

 a tobacco store without a painted warrior 

 extending a bundle of cigars in one hand 

 and brandishing a hatchet in the other was 

 as incomplete as " Hamlet " minus the 

 Melancholy Dane. At present New Or- 

 leans might be scoured from end to end 

 without discovering enough wooden Indi- 

 ans to make the head set at a ghost dance. 

 As a matter of fact there is only one gen- 

 uine, old-time wooden Indian left in the 

 entire city. He is the last of the Mohi- 

 cans. There are a few others, but they are 

 fake Indians made of terra cotta. They 

 are not the real stuff. 



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