STRANGE CRITICISMS
The golden moon flooded the whole country with its soft, mellow light, making the summer night most agreeable for party-gatherings and such like evening enjoyments. At the appointed hour a squad of cats from Pussy Corners assembled on the roof of a crazy building to pass the night in merry-making. But unfortunately, their songs and toasts consisted in but one strain of long-drawn, rasping “mew! mew!”
Now, as night advanced, the jolly frogs in a neighboring swamp happened to set up a most vigorous concert, which made the air resound with their monotonous “quarck! quark!”
The cats listened with utter disgust to the frogs and declared that none of them had a polished voice or a musical ear, while the frogs maintained that the cats did for certainly lack every trace of the art of singing.
This is a true picture of those people who foolishly claim that they know everything and know it all, and that everyone else understands nothing about the matter.
The golden moon flooded the whole country with its soft, mellow light, making the summer night most agreeable for party-gatherings and such like evening enjoyments. At the appointed hour a squad of cats from Pussy Corners assembled on the roof of a crazy building to pass the night in merry-making. But unfortunately, their songs and toasts consisted in but one strain of long-drawn, rasping “mew! mew!”
Now, as night advanced, the jolly frogs in a neighboring swamp happened to set up a most vigorous concert, which made the air resound with their monotonous “quarck! quark!”
The cats listened with utter disgust to the frogs and declared that none of them had a polished voice or a musical ear, while the frogs maintained that the cats did for certainly lack every trace of the art of singing.
This is a true picture of those people who foolishly claim that they know everything and know it all, and that everyone else understands nothing about the matter.
From the June/July 1918 issue of Manna
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