Life — September 13, 1900 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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-LIFE- 207 Binvle (in a chirped whisper): Well, we go—direct to the Lily-Pond Hotel, where Speckle has engaged the Pink Lotus Suite. From there we will take a flying trip up along the Bronx and flit over to Westchester. If we decide to prolong our stay, there are some relatives of Speckle’s that he wishes to visit—but, the fact is, I am anxious to get back to the nest and begin my At Homes, Oh, it is allso sweet! AndIamsohappy! And so proud of Speckle! (She nestles on Mrs. Browntop-Sparrow's breast.) Mrs. Browntop-Sparrow: It reminds me of my own wedding day. Browntop and I eloped, my dear! We were very naughty birds. I was a mere child. And we were quite poor at first, for my parents would not forgive us. I used to go out with your father every day to look for seeds. Yes, dear, in those days we fairly lived in the gutter. But Browntop made a deal in grain—fairly cornered the market— and we found ourselves rich. There, dear—kiss me and run off for your bath. (Birdie flits away, looks back from a distant bough, flutters her wings and chirps and exits. Mra. Browntop-Sparrow looks SKELETON OF AN EXTINCT ANIMAL RECENTLY UNEARTHED; BELIEVED gadly after her.) To BE THAT OF THE HORSE. Enter Mr. Browntop-Sparrow and Speckle Winger. Both kiss Mrs. Browntop, Speckle has two orange blos- soms that he displays proudly to Mra. Browntop. SpecKLE: For Birdie’s bouquet! The real thing! I pecked them off a bride’s wreath as she stepped out of her carriage opposite Saint Thomas's yesterday. Aren’t they beauties? Mrs. Browntop-SpaRRow (chirping in ec- stasy): Simply lovely! Birdie has just run off to get her bath. She is as happy asa child. Oh, Speckle—You will be good to her? She has never left her mother’s wing until now ! SPECKLE (flapping his wings courteously and giving Mrs. Browntop his claw): You may trust me, Mrs. Browntop! I love Birdie as I never A.D. 802,711. PROFESSOR DOPE, TO WHOM WE ARE INDEBTED FOR THE ABOVE VERY SATISFACTORY RESTORATION, ASSERTS THAT THE ACCOUNTS OF THE DOMESTICATION OF THIS BEAST BY PRIMATIVE MAN ARE WHOLLY FABULOUS. cured yesterday afternoon from an one about so. We intend to throw upholsterer's wagon — and the moss decorations at the entrance are superb. You will have a home to be prond of! Brrvie: The location certainly is lovely! Overlooking Fifth Avenue, with a charming esplanade of tele- graph wire not twenty hops from the door. And a most exclusive neighbor- hood ! Mrs. Browntop-SPaRRow : you finally decided on your tour? Brrvre : Speckle wanted me to keep it a dead secret. You know those horrid reporters, the Catbirds, ‘follow Have them completely off the wing. Mrs. BrowntTop-SPaRRow (izceping and fluttering); And is it possible that you refuse to tell your mother? Ah, this is what it means to lose a child’s love! Brrpie (fanning with her wing and nestling) : Now, don’t cry, dear. It’s a bad omen. Of course I'l tell you. But don’t tell pa, for he'll give every- thing away to the reporters on account of his politics. Mrs. BrownToP-SparRow : Youcan trust me, Birdie. I know your father, Advertising Phrase: nemeunrn! wr ane sou AGENTS FOR THIS TERRITORY. comicbooks.com