THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, MAY 3, 1908.
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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,
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