New-York Tribune, New York, June 10, 1914

“Hell, oh, hell,” said a small yellow bird, climbing out of Feldman’s pocket.

“What’s that?” demanded Magistrate House.

“Hell-o, hell-o,” said the paroquet cheerfully.

The magistrate smiled and regarded the bird more kindly. But the moment he turned to resume the case the same syllables, differently accented, smote his ear..