MY FUMY FINDS.

Cromwell Argus, Volume L, Issue 2645, 20 October 1919, Page 7

MY FUMY FINDS.

WHO LEFT THE PARROT BEHIND ? “Well, this beats me,” remarked a taxi-cab driver to the writer recently when the latter handed him a complete set of baby’s garments which he had found inside his vehicle. “I’ve found some funny things in my old ‘Tank’ at various times, but a set of baby’s garments—•well, it takes the bun ! “It reminds me of a find I had a few months ago,” he continued. “A gentleman, having reached his destination, jumped out of my cab, paid his fare, and hurried off into the darkness. And what do you think he left behind him ? Nothing more or less than a parrot in a cage ! What is more, poor Polly was unable to give me her name and address ! “The other week, too, another old boy—a kind of elderly Beau BrummelJ —proudly hailed me and asked me to bear him home in triumph with a pound of margarine which he had succeeded in purchasing. In his excitement to break the news to his wife he actually forgot all about the precious marg., and what his good lady said to him when he told her of his misfortune can only be imagined. I was tempted to stick to my valuable find, but my conscience pricked me so much that I returned it to my forgetful fare, whose gratitude was touching. I touched him for half-a-crown, at any rate. “The articles left behind are, however, frequently very valuable. Not long ago one of my mates told me that a man had left a wallet containing a thousand pounds in his taxi-cab, while on another occasion he discovered a parcel of rare jewels on the floor on his return to the gar-; - age.”