DOI Artikel:
J. [John] B. [Barrett] Kerfoot, Photographic Fables
DOI Artikel:The Flamingo and the Crows
DOI Artikel:The Ambitious Cockatoo
DOI Artikel:Dallett Fuguet, The Glimpse [poem]
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PHOTOGRAPHIC FABLES.
THE FLAMINGO AND THE CROWS.
THERE WAS once a Company of Crows who Greatly Admired
the Beautiful Plumage of a Flaming Flamingo of their Acquaint-
ance. They therefore said to one another, “ Let us discover
the Nature of his Food that we, also, may become Glorious.”
Now having Ascertained that Green Frogs, Black Tadpoles,
and an occasional Gold Fish constituted their friend’s Menu, they provided
themselves with a like Fare at Considerable Trouble, but with Unsatisfactory
Results. At last they consulted a Venerable Owl who dwelt in the Neigh-
borhood. “You are but Fool Crows,” said the Owl, " for though you
should eat nothing but Cochineal Insects you would still be Black, but the
Flamingo, while he might die eating Carrion, would yet die Crimson.”
DO not Flatter Yourselves that if you knew the Emulsion on your Neigh-
bor’s Paper you could achieve his Results.
THE AMBITIOUS COCKATOO.
THERE once lived a Green Cockatoo whose Primitive Emotions were
quite Adequately Expressed by the medium of his Native Language, which
consisted of a series of Raucous Screeches. Being, however, an Ambitious
Bird, and being much impressed by the Vocabulary of his two-legged but
Unfeathered Neighbors, he proceeded to make Selections at Random. By
these tactics and by an Unfailing Assiduity he occasionally fooled some
Thoughtless Person and was thereby much Elated. But he continued to be
spoken of by Unbiased Observers as " that Damned Parrot.”
DO not think that copying the Idiosyncracies of your Betters will enable
you to Pass for a Genius. J. B. Kerfoot.
THE GLIMPSE.
I turned, and where the dark pines separate
To give one glimpse of eastern forest hills,
They opened like portals to another world.
The sunset glow still warmed the western sky,
Its hush was over the sated earth; but here
A gray-green vista of the woods afar
Was light against the pines; the evening sky
Was steely blue; and there, one instant, see!
The fiery moon leaned on the sharp-edged hill.
Dallett Fuguet.
34
THE FLAMINGO AND THE CROWS.
THERE WAS once a Company of Crows who Greatly Admired
the Beautiful Plumage of a Flaming Flamingo of their Acquaint-
ance. They therefore said to one another, “ Let us discover
the Nature of his Food that we, also, may become Glorious.”
Now having Ascertained that Green Frogs, Black Tadpoles,
and an occasional Gold Fish constituted their friend’s Menu, they provided
themselves with a like Fare at Considerable Trouble, but with Unsatisfactory
Results. At last they consulted a Venerable Owl who dwelt in the Neigh-
borhood. “You are but Fool Crows,” said the Owl, " for though you
should eat nothing but Cochineal Insects you would still be Black, but the
Flamingo, while he might die eating Carrion, would yet die Crimson.”
DO not Flatter Yourselves that if you knew the Emulsion on your Neigh-
bor’s Paper you could achieve his Results.
THE AMBITIOUS COCKATOO.
THERE once lived a Green Cockatoo whose Primitive Emotions were
quite Adequately Expressed by the medium of his Native Language, which
consisted of a series of Raucous Screeches. Being, however, an Ambitious
Bird, and being much impressed by the Vocabulary of his two-legged but
Unfeathered Neighbors, he proceeded to make Selections at Random. By
these tactics and by an Unfailing Assiduity he occasionally fooled some
Thoughtless Person and was thereby much Elated. But he continued to be
spoken of by Unbiased Observers as " that Damned Parrot.”
DO not think that copying the Idiosyncracies of your Betters will enable
you to Pass for a Genius. J. B. Kerfoot.
THE GLIMPSE.
I turned, and where the dark pines separate
To give one glimpse of eastern forest hills,
They opened like portals to another world.
The sunset glow still warmed the western sky,
Its hush was over the sated earth; but here
A gray-green vista of the woods afar
Was light against the pines; the evening sky
Was steely blue; and there, one instant, see!
The fiery moon leaned on the sharp-edged hill.
Dallett Fuguet.
34
