on him" and Mark Twain, wrote an
"Ode to Stephen Dozeling Botts."
  And Great Scott! I almost forgot
that even such a gentle, domestic cre-
ature as the cow has been the uncon-
scious inspiration of much nonsense
and has doubtless often chewed the
bitter cued of reflection in deploring
her undesired popularity. First she
was forced (very much against her
will, no doubt) to jump over the moon
to the undignified strains of "Hey
Diddle, Diddle."  Then, just when
beginning to breathe easily again after
that astounding performance, Gelett
Burgess came along and gave her
more notoriety by raising the question
as to whether there was such a thing
as a "purple cow."  And even today
in many, of the rural districts there are
old farmers who never heard of Bur-
gess and his "purple cowz'" who will
tell you solemnly that "there is a cow
of a sort of purplish color." Which
goes to prove that after all nonsense
is only sense plus-NON.