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...faults- Hard Aufzug, Bad Nasal Tour, Ugly Interjection-he awarded points, to the best between 60 and 80 out of a possible 100. Weary after three days' hearings, Judge Taylor gave the show's championship to year-old Golden Gate Special, a soft yellow male Roller owned by Howard W. Lewis of San Francisco, then went to bed. At four next morning officials pulled him out of bed, told him he had missed four birds. He sleepily listened, said Golden Gate Special was still best...
...Crooner Alice Faye differs from operatic Soprano Kirsten Flagstad, so differs the beauteous yellow parlor canary from that less spectacular-looking musical technician, the Glucke Roller Canary. Ordinary house canaries just sing. Rollers roll. They trill and pipe some twelve identifiably different kinds of music. For 400 years eager teachers have bred away their natural song, using organ music to teach them Gluckes and Rolls, using running water to teach them the elegant Deep Bubbling Water Tour. Modern breeders lef young birds learn by listening to older champions. Some trainers have tried phonograph records, but not successfully. The birds learn...
...Oakland, Calif, and Portland, Ore., for shows of two of the Pacific Coast's three important Roller associations, breeders last week hopefully expressed their prize birds. The complicated work of judging Oakland's 250 showbirds fell to Frank Bires and William Ragon (for their services, $300 each). They gave the show's master team championship to a quartet owned by San Diego's Olsen Schummer. It was the team's twelfth successive first prize...
...will stop. Maybe it will go away or melt like a fog. Anyhow, why die by inches? Why this flurry of self-preservation at such a cost? No, 'tis better to die there calmly--to be run over in one quick piece--with quiet dignity to undergo the roller and come out on the other side a mere blob of jelly but retaining still a spark of self respect...
...Vagabond does not beat his head against the wall and rave. He does not fling his pretty butterflies into the fireplace and swear reform. He does not sob plaintively under the heavy roller: "Why? Why? Why?" Instead he says, "Neither it is good, nor it is bad; but only--it is here," and he marks on his calendar with large red crosses the four days of his doom, which are now less than a fortnight hence...