Judge — November 19, 1910 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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we _ ‘119 IS THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE THAT CAUSE THE BIGGEST STIR.” T WAS given to many to know Mr. Jonas Spink, but it has been left to me as a sacred trust to set on record some of the least of his kindly actions. He was a kind hearted man. There was no doubt of his goodness. As it turned out, he was too good to live. His one ambition was to be a benefactor, and he used to delay opening his morning newspaper, so that he might increase his anticipation of finding there, in one-inch caps, the caption: PUBLIC BENEFACTOR DISCOVERED. Unfortunately the public demands news of malefactors, not benefactors, and his hopes were never realized. His good deeds were so many that I can only chronicle a few. His native town of Shootersburg, Me., has not forgotten the munificent gift of several miles of netting, thousands of telegraph poles, and unlimited wire, which was attended with the sole proviso that there be erected over the whole town a vast tent of netting, to prevent the extinction of the total population by the unpremeditated descent of careless aviators. Owing to the fact that the cost of setting up this erection was such as would have buried the population ten times over, the gift was laid aside in a vacant lot to await the municipal decision, where it was unfor- tunately set on fire by a spark from a pass- ing aeroplane. But the good intention was there all the same and warmly appreciated. Hospitals, libraries, and organs were out with my friend’s scope. Any one might donate these. Besides, it demanded an ex- pansive income, and this Mr. Jonas Spink did not possess. His last and greatest deed of kindness I myself was a witness of. A _ traveling The Man and the Tiger. by RW. SNEDDON menagerie had come to town, and he pre- vailed upon me to accompany him. He was chiefly interested in a man-eating tiger and entered into a long conversation with the keeper. “Poor fellow!'’ he said, looking at it. “What do you feed it on?” “‘Horse meat mostly—horse meat what we chops up for him; but there's times, I guess, when he would like a bit 0” ma: “And you never give him any?’ said Spinks. “Jiminy, no!’ said the keeper, wiping away a tear. ow and again I gives him a bite at me leg or me arm, just to keep him fit; but we ain't allowed to feed him man."" “Poor fellow!"" said Spinks sadly. “Poor, hungry creature !"* The keeper was eying us pretty severely, and we walked away. We were examining the monkeys when suddenly I missed Jonas. A terrible mis- giving filled my breast and I ran over to the tiger's cage. The tiger was lying asleep. He seemed to have grown much fat- ter. Inonecorner of the stage was Jonas's hat, and I burst into tears as I realized the kindness of that heart which could not see a living creature lack some- thing essential to its happiness, Ah, yes! Jonas Spink was too good to live. He Helped Himself. Dominie—'‘I hope that while you were eating that fine Thanksgiving turkey you remembered you were indebted to the Lord for it.”” Uncle Rastus—‘‘Dat am so, Lord helps him dat helps hisself.’ sah. De To Mr. Wellman. VESSELS larye may venture more, irigibles should keep near shore. CY'S REFLECTION “*So that thing’ll hold four thousand five hundred gals, eh? Wa-al, mebbe if they be thin uns, it will; but b'gosh! it won't hold no such number as that th’ size o’ my gal over thare."* comicbooks.com