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THE OOLOGIST 



A COLLECTOR 



All of the Oologists in North Amer- 

 ica have heard of our friend, A. C. 

 Abbott, and most of them have perused 

 with pleasure his communications to 

 The Oologist, on ornithological sub- 

 jects. 



Abbott is one of the best collectors 

 that we know of and no one can know 

 him, but to like him. But few of his 

 ornithological friends even suspicion 

 that he is guilty of dividing his col- 

 lectors love and abandoning oology, 

 and run away after strange Gods or 

 and running away after strange Gods 

 cr P'0.3sibly Goddesses The Muse. 



But we are able to prove him guilty 

 beyond the prcverb.'al dcubt ro well 

 known to the legal prcfession by the 

 fcllov/ins clipped from The Tulsa, 

 (Okla.) Tribune of February 24, 1921: 



DISCLOSURES 



Gerard Alan Abbott 



Downstairs in my trunk is a lot of old 

 junk, 

 That I've got at odd times through 

 the mail. 

 I've got Mexican rubber and Antarctic 

 blubber. 

 Preferred jack rabbit, that's cotton 

 tail. 

 I've got oil stock in wells, that the 

 prospectus tells. 

 Are gushing great guns at each vent, 

 And all it requires is a few more 

 buyers 

 To pay about seven hundred per cent. 

 I've got pineapple shares, about which 

 nobody cares. 

 Guaranteed by a good ukelele. 

 It's as safe as the cash, and secured 

 by the ash 

 Of some Hawaiian isle, in the sea. 



I've timber that'll stand on any land. 

 And quartz that is really unique. 



And they're sure to pay big retu.-n; 

 some fine day. 

 It's just more investors we seek. 



I've got plain and preferred, I've got 



scrambled and shirred, 



Canadian thistle just ready to blow. 



Gold lettered designs of quick silver 



mines. 



And everything else except dough. 



There are wonderful veins in my Peace 

 River claims. 

 With branches at Hudson Bay 

 And much of the fun round this mid- 

 night sun. 

 Will be capitalized some day. 



I've .5ot stocks oZ all bus:; — .'ed.gren, 

 I urple.^ and blue3. 

 Assured ten per cent and scms; 

 twenty. 

 And when I declare not to buy anothen 

 share. 

 Then I get promoted a plenty. 



I'm on the index of all the proiTacts, 

 The pledges are always renewed. 



Now here's some new dope — your 



really last hope, 



Come, come we've got you lassooed. 



THE AUGUST ROBIN 



During icy March of chill and gale, 



Naked hedges and fields so bare. 

 Our perky Robin jerked his tail 



And rustled for his bill of fare. 

 Before the pond had entirely thawed 



The maple trees were tapped for 

 syrup, 

 From yonder bush an old crow called, 



How our Robin scolded and chirped. 



Eventually his mate appeared, 

 His welcome and expected guest. 



Upon the windmill he sang and 

 cheered. 

 While she inspected last year's nest. 



