A few days ago a messenger delivered to Senator Thomas C, Platt, the Republican hoss of New York State, who lives at the Fifth Avenue Hotel, a fine parrot. 'The Senator was grea ly pleased, thinking it was the gift of some good' Republican. Having no other place, he ordered the cage hung in h's room. While dressing the next morning he was startled by the parrot yelling at him Hurrah for Tammany "That settles it," sid Mr. Platt, Croker has probably sent me this winged pest. I have a great mind to throw the bird out of the window." While he was considering the subject, the bird scream-
McKinley's in the soup The Senator at once resolved that the parrot must go, While he was ringing for hell boy the parrot sang out "There are no trusts," Ha, ha, hi The bird spent the rest of the day in the cellar.
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