"don't Crowd, Gentlemen."

From the ïnötenapolla Èentlnel we jrlean somethinx interewting a bout l'on Lusbie, wfoo, for fifteen years was one of the greatest features of Barnntn's circus in the capacity of "lightnlng ticket aeller." He had a wonderful parrot, vh1eh had been presented to tam by one of the canvassers öf tïi ehow wlio w-as at one time a. allor on a steamer plying between Boston .and Femandina. Lusbie used to .liave a way of quieting the gcrambling mob of ticket purchasers a round the ticket wagon by saying, Don't be in a hurrj-, g-entlemen." "There'a plenty of time." '"Don't crowd eacn otlier." "One at a time, gentlemen," nnd uvh like expresa ion?. Ihe par; ot, wihich was perched upon the safe in the wiagon juet back of Lusbie, got to learn these little speeches after a season's tcnir, and often broke out in a piercinjr squawk with one of them, much to Lusbie's amusement. The parrot, which was quite a little vágabond, broke loose from her fetters one day and flew over into a neighborIng woods, near the circus. A searctoing party wus made up, and they had not proceeded far before fihey lieard a great racket, apparently mado by equaking birds. Hastning to tlie scène they found Toll clinging as best Khe could to the limb of a dead tree, surrounded by a sereaming flock of .crowe. Th,e parrot had only two or three tajl íeathers left, and the hostile crowe were striking, pecking, and plucking her rlght and left. Hniifr'mf; on rus best she could the parrot ,waB efalflly Koreaming, "One at a time, gentlemen !" "Don't crowd there I" "Take your time '." "There's plenty more left I"