THE STRAND MAGAZINE . 
73 
“WEI-L, GOODBYE* MR. CHIRP. I HOPE YOU’LL 
REMEMBER THE NUMBER.” 
*• YOU W ERE RIGHT, GEORGE ** 
'1 HERE IS NO ONE IN !” 
44 NOTHING BUT COLD WORMS FOR DINNER ! WHY 
DON’T YOU HAVE A FEW FIRE-FLIES FOR A CHANGE?” 
Very good, too, are the sketches of a pair 
of sparrows going visiting to an old pair of 
trousers, and find- 
ing nobodyin; of the 
complacent sparrow 
who, having built 
its nest in a motor- 
car lamp, coolly 
adopts the number 
for his address ; and 
of the parent 
drudge who has 
nursed a fractious 
egg all night. 
And lastly, we 
cannot but smile 
at the vision of 
the wily alligator who fraudulently repre- 
sents his gaping mouth as the entrance 
to the most in- 
teresting show 
on the beach ! 
Who can 
deny, after 
glancing at 
these sketches, 
that the animal 
world enjoys 
many happy 
MEETING 
-arrow 
GEE ! THIS MUST BE 
THE AERO CLUB.’ 
moments and has a keen sense of humour ? 
Of course, it may be said that in certain cases 
the artist has given too free a rein to his 
imagination, but these scoffers should spend a 
few afternoons at 
the nearest Zoologi- 
cal Gardens. If they 
have a camera with 
them, and are 
they will 
secure a number cf 
amusing pictures 
which should dispel 
that illusion for 
ever. And in so 
doing they, too, 
will enjoy their 
happy moments. 
“ YOU LOOK * A LITTLE OFF COl.OUR THIS 
MORNING? ” 
“YES, I WAS WALKING THE FLOOR ALL LAST 
NIGHT. ONE OF THE EGGS HAD THE COLIC.*’ 
