No Gilded Cage For Him - Pete, a hot-blooded little fellow, can not control himself when surrounded by young, happy females, especially the singing ones. This trait, quite common in the tribe Pete hails from, has been developed by friends of the feathered gigolo into a thriving business. This same habit, however, caused Pete, unlike most investors in a business, to shun the Journal photographer who came to take his picture last week. Pete watched the cameramen, then flapped his wings, and flew over to the cage of Australian parakeet hens that rested in the basement of the home of Mr. and Mrs. William Knorr at 132 Curtis St. "He wants to mate." Mrs. Knorr said, while trying without success to trap the bird in a net. The woman finally gave up, picked up a young parakeet whose four-chambered heart did not yet beat rapidly when exposed to female chirping, and pushed him toward the camera lens...

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