We left Bertha last week lugubriously circling her pool at Coney Island. And Bertha, alas, left us last week. Although the little white whale refused to eat during her 10 days at Coney, Bertha had consumed 15 or 20 pounds of fish daily at a California aquarium where she sojourned en route from Alaska to New York. Fish is a proper diet for white whales one year old and up, but when Bertha died it was discovered she was not a yearling but a suckling calf, perhaps only four or five months old.
"You feed an infant hominy grits and corn pone," Dr. Carleton Ray of the New York Aquarium parabled, "and it will get plenty sick. We'll try again next year. We've just begun to fight."
Pigeon Pie à la Mud
An old trapshooter has a whim:
Whenever he's the winner,
He takes clay pigeons home with him
And bakes a pie for dinner.
—Harvey L. Carter
To kick, or not to kick: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler after scoring to suffer
The slings and arrows of outraged alumni,
Or to run the ball against a sea of linemen,
And against opposing ends? To pass: to run;
No more; and by a single point to hope we end
The heartache and the thousand grandstand wails
That a coach is heir to?