Hiding His Hobby.

Northern Advocate, 5 August 1893, Page 8

Hiding His Hobby.

A Long Island man, Dr. Jaclcson, is an enthusiastic breeder of ponies — Shetland, Iceland and Welsh. The Rural New Yorker, from which our illustration is copied, has the following: Here we see him really "riding his hobby," for he stands astride orthe smallest mature pony in the country. This 4s Sugar Pfcim, a "skewbald" Shetland mar^^Pj^ffe °ld and fully grown and^devel«™aij!<m can see that the doctor Staaafe flat footed on the ground without sitting er throwing any weight upon the little horse. This is a good way to "ride a hobby" — keep it under perfect control and show it off to the best advantage and still do not injure it and "ride it to death."

Th# pony breeding business is profitable to those who understand it and are properly fixed to conduct it. There is a demand for dwaris and giants. These bifoff ihj» Mgh prices, while the ordinary 'sissep hordes, unless of very superior Vitality, will bring only ordinary prices. " A hujidred of the little fellows turned cmt in JfteLpa^aSck together form a*~picsui£ to delight the eye. it is only in size .that these ponJLes are inferior to their ' Jaiggej brethr m. Bi. endwance.-they are no whit behind the larger horses, indeed it is claimed by the doctor that he can drive more miles in six days with a team of ponies than can b^ made by a team of horses. They are tough and wjry, and while they cannot travel so fast as the horses of greater size they can keep at it for more consecutive hours. For intelligence and responsiveness to training they really excel, and in kindness and affectionate dispositions they are far Better equipped, as a rule. A reporter of a New York daily paper' lately described the Guernsey breed of cattlo as "spotted Shorthorns, always plump." The same yojmg man would probably describe a Shire horse as a Shetland pphy, always plump.

" A Suggestion. """-•••fiijvfc. The excuses which are given by children in order to escape from some distasteful duty are often exceedingly ingenious and oven witty. Johnny was afraid of the dark. Hia mother was trying to induce him to go to bed without her accompanying him. Johnny 1 was avferse to this. The boy was the owner of a little bantam lien and 18 chickens, so his mother used thes6"as a sort of argument to convince him of his folly in being afraid of the dark. "Why, Johnny, just think of your j thickens, how bravely they go off to bed i every night without a thought of the J dark/and you, a great big boy, are afraid to go up stairs alone." Johnny was silent for a moment and then said: "But, mamma, dont you see the reason that the chickens are wiling to go to%ed in the dark is because the old hen goes with 'em, and so I think you ought to go with me." — Boston Journal.