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black faces be never so tliick upon tlie side- 

 walks and mules never so common in the 

 streetSo If the boys have driven the great 

 mimic away from Chattanooga, it is time 

 the fathers took the boys in hand. Civic 

 pride alone ought to bring this about, to 

 say nothing of the possible effect upon real 

 estate values of the abundant and familiar 

 presence of this world-renowned, town-lov- 

 ing, town-charming songster. 



From my window, on the side of Cameron 

 Hill, I heard daily the singing of an orchard 

 oriole — another fine and neighborly bird — 

 and a golden warbler, with sometimes the 

 fidgety^ fidgety of a Maryland yellow-throat. 

 What could he be fussing about in so 

 unlikely a quarter? An adjoining yard 

 presented the unnatural spectacle — unnat- 

 ural, but, I am sorry to say, not unprece- 

 dented — of a bird-house occupied in part- 

 nership by purple martins and English 

 sparrows. They had finished their quarrels, 

 if they had ever had any, — which can 

 hardly be open to doubt, both native and 

 foreigner being constitutionally belligerent, 

 — and frequently sat side by side upon the 

 ridge-pole, like the best of friends. The 



