2j8 DAN BEARD'S ANIMAL BOOK 



When vainly attempting to make a finished 

 drawing of another one of these animals while it 

 played with a straw, a rung of a chair, and an old 

 silk hat, I was compelled to laugh until, utterly ex- 

 hausted, I sank helplessly upon a bench. It is need- 

 less to say that the sketches made under such cir- 

 cumstances look more like shorthand notes made 

 by a lunatic than serious attempts at pictures, but I 

 learned much of the ways of the chimpanzee. 



The sense of the proprieties of life is undevel- 

 oped in these animals, and this will prevent a full 

 report ever being made of their outrageous com- 

 icalities; but can never prevent the witness of their 

 boisterous fun from enjoying a hearty laugh. In 

 fact, a lack of appreciation on the part of the audi- 

 ence will often cause the primitive comedian to fly 

 into a wild and ungovernable fit of anger. 



THE DOMESTIC PIG 



is a much misunderstood and maligned ani- 

 mal. True, a pig-sty is not a New England 

 housewife's idea of cleanliness, but it is the 

 best the pig can do under the circumstances, and 

 is never so offensive as some of the human sties 

 which answer for jails in some parts of the country. 

 Like any other prisoner, the pig is dirty when he is 

 forced to live in filth. 



A pig I once owned in Kentucky was so clean 

 that its white bristles shone like spun glass, and the 

 pig's skin showed as pink as a baby's foot. There 

 was nothing this pig enjoyed more than a bath from 



