They
promptly sued the city for damages, and compromised on $263, more than
eight times the value of the ass.
IMMORAL:
Hard luck cannot touch smooth people.
[Illustration: The Old Man, His Son and the Ass.]
The Shipwrecked Traveler.
A man who had traveled over many countries was shipwrecked off the coast of
Opera land. After a desperate battle with the waves he managed to near the
shore where the cruel waves played with him like a cat with a mouse. He
would pull himself up the beach, half fainting, and a great, dancing,
hissing breaker would pounce upon him and drive him back.
He called for help until the inhabitants espied him.
They came in a group, the women costumed as milkmaids and the men as
cavaliers.
After making about twenty feet the company stopped.
"Oh! save him, save him!" sang the soprano.
"Yes, yes! we will save him!" sang back the tenor.
Then everybody sang "Save him, save him; oh, yes, we will save him, save
him from _the sea_!!!"
The sopranos took a B flat on the last note, while the tenors and altos
rambled up and down the scale and the bassos bombarded the theme with their
deepest chest tones.
In the meantime the traveler had been washed out to sea. As the next wave
brought him to the strand the company advanced once more a short distance,
and began.
"In the name of Mercy, help me!" screamed the drowning man.
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