During a shower of rain the Keeper
of a Zoological garden observed a Man of Principle
crouching beneath the belly of the ostrich, which
had drawn itself up to its full height to sleep.
“Why, my dear sir,” said
the Keeper, “if you fear to get wet, you’d
better creep into the pouch of yonder female kangaroo
— the SALTARIX MACKINTOSHA — for if that
ostrich wakes he will kick you to death in a minute.”
“I can’t help that,”
the Man of Principle replied, with that lofty scorn
of practical considerations distinguishing his species.
“He may kick me to death if he wish, but until
he does he shall give me shelter from the storm.
He has swallowed my umbrella.”
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