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About The Sunday Oregonian. (Portland, Ore.) 1881-current | View Entire Issue (May 3, 1908)
THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, MAY 3, 1908. EsiirFa it irnnr r irvnrriri it $s rrj:n . . u ill L7 Mttimm11 .11 nil.; v jijUoi-Il 1 1 tffcrKI Skill ))f I VW - A'iVM5bWJMLTTr7a III Ml a g nfl I HI A. XT. - VTKWA'StW.fl One tday in early May, when buds were opening for spring And in the city parks the birds were tun- ' ing up to sing, Fair Fluffy, faithful Traddles and Aunt Mary took a ride To Central Park with boys and girls who lived on cramped East Side. The Park was reached without delay, and soon before a cage The parry clustered, for theyaw a tiger in a rage. A royal Bsngal tiger with a 'fierce and flaming eye. And teeth that seemed to long-to bite the people standing nigh. Just how it happened no one knew, but suddenly the door That let the keeper in and out was burst, , and with a roar The angry tiger, leaping thence, his fearful laws agape, Seized poor Aunt Mary in his mouth, which closed, with dreadful snap. The children screamed, the lions roared, and Traddles with his cane Upon the tiger's velvet sktn a score of blows did rain. Although she sensed the peril daring Fluffy was hot scared She'd save Aunt Mary; more than that she neither knew nor cared The- tiger (like a hunter, cat that dallies with a mouse) ' Was toying with Aunt Mary in a corner of the house. He threw her down, he watched her , close and hoped she'd fry to run. And when she lay inert he thought she wasn't any fun.. Close up behind him Fluffy walked, her parasol in hand, And stepping right in from of him she uttered a command. ,rYbu naughty cat I Let go that mouse I" (her aunt wasaressed in gray) What do you mean by doing so? passed at him in play. The, -graceful tiger saw her face. She stooped and stroked his fur, rrrAnd.to the crowd's astonishment the beast began to purr. he put her arm around his neck and led him to. his cage She made them buy him'tigernipk" He quite forgot his rage. vndwhen witfy Auntie and .the rest she left him all alone, The tiger was so sad and sorry he began to moan. "There's no use talking. Fluffy, dear," the ardent Traddles said, "If you weren't queen of man and beast Aunt Mary would be dead." COPTOlOfr, 1908, BY THE KW YORK HERALD CO.) All RigMs. Reserved, i iv moan