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Those Talking Animals

A couple of years ago the talking animal stories came into favor, and have been cropping up ever since, with just enough changes and variations to keep them funny.

They started with the one about P. T. Barnum, the circus king, finding a talking horse on a farm. The horse told him he'd won the Kentucky Derby. Barnum bought the horse from the farmer, and after getting possession declared him to be the most wonderful horse in history. The farmer said "Mr. Barnum, ydu didn't fall for that lie he tells about winning the Kentucky Derby, did you?"

In a funny movie a short time later two horses are seen talking, when in walks two dogs who are likewise conversing aloud. One horse looked at the other, and remarked: "Imagine ! A talking dog !"

Then there was the old race horse jockey who recognized an old horse pulling an ice wagon as a former famous stake horse he used to ride. He asked the horse if he wasn't

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Prince Robert the great runner, and the horse admitted he was; then told his old rider how he had gotten old, his legs had buckled, and so he finally ended up pulling an ice wagon. The jockey was indignant. "I'll find your owner and tell him who you are. I'm sure he wouldn't want one of the greatest horses in history pulling his ice wagon." "Don't do that," the horse begged him. "You don't lmow this guy. If he found out I could talk he'd make me go up and down the street yelling-'Ice !' "

Then there is the one about the drunk who staggered close to a milk wagon horse, and heard the horse say-"Get away from me you drunken bum." The drunk, amazed, asked eu1lsud-"Who said that? Who called me a drunken bum?" A little dog on the curb trlsreyslsd-"It was the horse there; he called you a drunken bum." The drunk drew a sigh of relief, and said as he staggered off: "Okay! Okay! For a moment I thought I was imagining things."