The Man of Principle

  DURING a shower of rain the Keeper of a Zoological garden observed
a Man of Principle crouching¹ beneath the belly² of the ostrich³,
which had drawn⁴ itself up to its full height to sleep.

  "Why, my dear sir," said the Keeper, "if you fear to get wet, you'd
better creep into the pouch⁵ of yonder female kangaroo - the
SALTARIX MACKINTOSHA - for if that ostrich wakes he will kick you
to death in a minute."

  "I can't help that," the Man of Principle replied, with that lofty
scorn of practical considerations distinguishing his species.  "He
may kick me to death if he wish, but until he does he shall give me
shelter from the storm.  He has swallowed my umbrella."