SCROGGINS AS A STEEPLEJACK.

Auckland Star, Volume LXI, Issue 229, 27 September 1930, Page 3 (Supplement)

SCROGGINS AS A STEEPLEJACK.

Mr. and Mrs. Roger P. Scroggins were just finishing breakfast. Suddenly came a scratching at their front door, then cries—'-Mister Scroggins I Come! Quick!" Mrs. Scroggins flew to tlic door. Mr. Scrosrgins reached for his coat, cane, tippet, and gloves. When he hears a cry to come, he stops not to reason why. Mrs. Scroggins opened the door. In dashed 1* ib, the chieftain of sparrows. His' eyes were wide open with excitement, and his wings fluttered and twitched. "What is it?" said Mrs. Scroggins. "Oh, Mister Scroggins," said Fib, "do come out and see what we can do about Florrie!" At mention of the pompous, prominent pigeon, Mr. and Mrs. Scroggins both looked surprised, for it isn't every day that sparrows scratch at tlieir door

Almost fyeforc Mr. Scroggins finished liis instructions, a dozen trusty sparrows and almost as many pigeons were in the air, winging toward Florric. They were back in what seemed like the twinkling o? an eye. "Florric lias caught, lier log in a piece of string," reported Fib, "and site can't get away. What shall wo do?" •Scroggins hardly seemed to think, he just came right out with a plan. "All of VTm go up there again," he said, ''and try to bite the string in two, or it all together. Anything to get Florrie Hying again. I'm going to do a little something myself." Mrs. Scroggins stood by a bit anxiously. "Now dear —" slur said, but her husband said. "We've got to do all we can, my dear," meanwhile unwinding his tippet, removing his high hat and gloves, and taking off his coat. Having done these things he ran swiftly to a tree that grows near the steeple, darted up the tree, and, as the crowd watched from below, crawled from the tree up