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Jinny. The Taming of a Bad Monkey 
began her back somersaults up the iron-work. Just 
as she was drawing herself up with her breast tight 
against the bars, a coarse but foppish-looking man, 
yielding to some incomprehensible, diabolic impulse, 
reached out a long sword cane and stabbed the 
monkey in the groin. With a scream of pain she 
fell to the ground, and at once the scene was 
changed. A wave of fear and dismay sent all the 
lesser monkeys chattering to the high perches. The 
near onlookers were shocked and were loud in their 
cries of “Shame!” while those behind were strug- 
gling to find out what had happened. 
Why do men do these cruel things? That horri- 
ble beast had actually stabbed that little Monkey 
for the mere pleasure of inflicting pain. 
After the first scream Jinny had fallen, then she 
dragged herself to the far end of the cage, where 
she sat moaning, with her hands on the wound. 
The crowd had recoiled, but now gathered again. 
Voices shouted, ‘‘Where’s the keeper?” ‘‘Send 
for a policeman!” ‘That brute should be ar- 
rested!” 
The head-keeper was aroused by the noise. He 
went quickly, sensing mischief. ‘What’s up?” he 
shouted, and a number of answers were volunteered. 
“Jinny’s hurt,” was the only clear one. And then 
a small boy said excitedly: “I seen him doit. It 
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