"...we should pass over all biographies of 'the good and the great,' while we search carefully the slight records of wretches who died in prison, in Bedlam, or upon the gallows."
~Edgar Allan Poe

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Newspaper Clipping of the Day



The latest installment of the "Boston Post's" "Famous Cats of New England" introduces us to Jim, a cat who certainly knew how to get your attention:
"Jim," the Faneuil Hall cat, demands mention on the honor roster. Thousands of shoppers in the market district know Jim and stop to talk to him.

While he belongs to Allen Hurd & Co., Jim can be found almost anywhere about the market and the passerby that does not give him greeting is speedily reminded by Jim.

A monster paw will lift and gently bat the ankle of the neglectful shopper. Or if Jim is sitting high up on a crate of vegetables he holds out the paw sociably to shake hands. So it comes that no one passes by Faneuil Hall Jim.

The best fed cat in New England is another title that Jim can of right claim to. There is not a tempting viand of any kind for which he shows a preference that does not come to Jim. Squab and lamb kidneys appeal particularly, although occasionally Jim gets himself in disgrace by going after his own game and slaying a pigeon up in the tower of the building near where the famous grasshopper weather van twirls to the winds. For this he gets duly punished--sometimes overduly, for conscientiously every marketman who discovers the sin take a hand at spanking him.

A perfect demon where rats are concerned, his monster claws have never once been lifted against a human friend. Even quarrels with the other market cats he scorns, holding himself aloof with a dignity that well becomes his great gray body.
~December 30, 1920

3 comments:

  1. If I had been Jim, I might have raised my 'monster paw' at some of the marketmen who spanked me 'overly'. But he seems to have been a forgiving cat.

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    1. They say that animals dont think but I believe its only the "strays" that do not hold full awareness.

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