We have great pleasure in pre~ 1g, "Aquatic Plants: or, You Can't Fool a Policeman." We have the facts from Paterfamilias, himself. Moreover, we are acquainted with C.P.C. Ah' Fudge, who mounts guard in the Public Garden, and also wot of Paul, the Probationer, newly added to our foreign preservers of the peace. As for Dens ez Machina, (in this instance out-of-the-motor-ear), who has power to bind or to loose pending" the magistrate's further decision, who does not know him for the' jolly good fellow he really Just one or two more The Goldfish, Cacazsine is cousin to the Carp, Thi for the benefit of carping ies. Also, we employ the term, Algx. You are nuance this "Al plucked, but the alg: were plucked from a pond in the Public Garden, whereas Algy was plucked else-but that's another story min, one and all. Overture, please—"And the Goldfich Persisted Certain Paterfamilias is in a quandary. Junior and Little Brother have a for goldfish. This en, which means longing, and not Japanese currency, must be gratified. Nor does Paterfamilias stand in the way. His is a generous disposition, As he often observed to acquaintances, "What's the price of a few goldfish between a father and his sons?" His friends promptly answered, "The equivalent of a few whisky-sodas." But then, these sordid ones can never know the true feelings of a mother, a pater familias, or even of a goldfish, 'That night, Paterfamilias bore the goldfish' home, True, stumbled twice on the chairs, and one of the fish bit him. Some say that is why the first batch died. Be this as it may, they died. So aid the next batch. So did the next, and the one after that. The children were disconsolate, and Paterfamilias felt the pinch. He consulted three friends. Each knew how to keep alive a thirst, but not a goldfish. The first prescribed two dessertspoons of beer for the water. The second confirmed this, The third suggested that, as they were goldfish and that metal was not current locally, perhaps a sup~ ply of the exchange rates into silver would sustain their interest in life. Paterfamilias went away from. there, The fish kept on dying. Paterfamilias consulted certain authorities, and learned (as the vernacular press always puts it) that (a).—Goldfish do not like a spherical habitat. 'They bump their noses too' often, and this irks them. (6).—A commodious, rectangular aquarium is the thing. (c)—They require ample supply of fresh-water algo. Paterfamilias hied him to Albion's Own Plant Emporium, where the following conversation alga'
"Salesperson: "Olicheé? Wot is dose't'ings, ye dean know? "Ve hat kot, soam Koot carnations ant vild-flower." Paterfamilias went away from there.
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