last week we was playing Paoli's in Bridgeport, and when I was
putting Bruno through the hoops, Ikey runs to the stage-box and
grabs a pound of caramels out of a girl's lap-and swallows the
box.
And in St. Paul, if the trombone hadn't worn a wig, Ikey would
have
scalped him. Say, it was a scream! When the audience see the
trombone snatched bald-headed, and him trying to get back his
wig,
and Ikey chewing it, they went crazy. You can't learn a bear
tricks
like that. It's just genius. Some folks think I taught him to act
like he was intoxicated, but he picked that up, too, all by
himself, through watching my husband. And Ikey's very fond of
beer
on his own account. If I don't stop them, the stage hands would
be
always slipping him drinks. I hope you won't give him none."

"I will not!" said Herrick.

The bears, Ikey in one cage and Bruno and Clara in another,
travelled by express to the station nearest the Herrick estate.
There they were transferred to a farm wagon, and grumbling and
growling, and with Ikey howling like an unspanked child, they
were
conveyed to the game preserve. At the only gate that entered it,
Kelly and Jackson and a specially invited house party of youths
and
maidens were gathered to receive them. At a greater distance