Inmates of the Chicago Industrial Home for Children at Woodstock were convinced last fortnight that a canary was loose somewhere in the building. Day after day they heard it chirp and trill. Day after day they searched for it high & low without success. Then one day the school manager heard the piping behind him, turned and beheld its astonishing sourceĀa small, greyish brown mouse.
Captured, placed in a glass jar and named Mickey, the singing mouse became the wonder & delight of school and neighborhood. Even newshawks admitted after an audition that it...
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