Part 13 (1/2)
”You don't say so,” said the Soldier. Off he went straight to the Barber, and made him shave his head; then he bought a piece of c.r.a.pe to tie round his left arm.
He told the news to all the men of his regiment, and they all felt so much sympathy with this soldier that they shaved their heads too.
Next day on parade, there was the whole regiment shaved to a man.
”What's the meaning of this?” asked the General.
The Sergeant saluted, and told him that St. Anthony was dead.
”Is he? By Jove,” said the General, ”then I dismiss this parade,” and off he galloped on his war-horse to the nearest Barber, who shaved his head like the men's. On the way back, he saw the Prime Minister going to Court. ”May I ask,” said the Prime Minister suavely, ”to what untoward circ.u.mstance is due the erasure of your capillary covering?”
”St. Anthony is dead,” answered the General.
”Dear, dear,” said the Prime Minister, ”you don't say so. He was doubtless an ornament to the party, and it is meet that I should testify my respect.” Then the Prime Minister too went off to get his head shaved, and appeared before the King without a single hair.
”What's the matter?” asked the King; ”anybody dead, hey, hey, hey?”
”If it please your Majesty,” said the Prime Minister, ”St. Anthony is dead.”
”What a loss for our kingdom,” said the King; ”what a loss! what a loss!
Excuse me a moment,” and away he went to get his head shaved.
When the Queen saw him, she wanted to know why his head was shaved.
”St. Anthony is dead,” answered the King.
”And who is St. Anthony?” asked the Queen.
”I don't know who he is,” said the King, ”a friend of the Prime Minister's.”
So the Prime Minister was asked who St. Anthony was; and replied that he did not himself know him, but the General spoke of him in the highest terms. The General said that St. Anthony was not a personal friend, but he was well known in the regiment. After inquiry amongst the men, it was found that only one of them could tell anything about St. Anthony, and all he knew was that his friend the Grocer shaved his head in memory of him. The Grocer referred them to the Farmer, and the Farmer was out in the fields.
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Then the King sent a messenger on horseback to find the Farmer and bring him to court. The Farmer was brought into court, and when he saw the King and the Prime Minister and General all in mourning, he was very much surprised. The King said to him, ”Farmer, who is St. Anthony?”
”If it please your Majesty, he was my a.s.s.”
The King, and the Prime Minister, and the General felt very foolish to have gone into mourning for an a.s.s. They put off their black clothes, but it was not so easy to get their hair back again; and so for a month or two the King, and the Prime Minister, and the General, and all the regiment of Body Guards, went about in wigs.
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The Parrot Judge
THERE was once a Fowler who caught a young Parrot. He kept the Parrot in his house, hoping that it would pick up something to say, but the Parrot learnt nothing at all. Then he set to work at teaching it; but after six months the Parrot had only learnt to say two things: one was ”Of course,” and the other was ”Certainly.”
Seeing that his trouble was wasted, the Fowler took him to market in a gilt cage, in order to catch the eye of customers. He cried in a loud voice, ”Who'll buy! who'll buy! here's a Parrot which can say anything in the world! Here's a clever Parrot who knows what he is talking about!
If you want a question answered here's the Parrot to answer you, no matter what it may be! Who'll buy, who'll buy?” Everybody crowded round to see the wonderful Parrot.