Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1868-12-24

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OId Dusood,s DOG.

Old Dugood came into the bar room
the other day and took seat among the
idlers there assembled. The dog ques.
tion was under discussion, and after lis
tening to a. few wonderful stories, Du-
good, Clipped in as follows: ~ s7ea3 5as
o,"Now, boys. you may all talk as you
please about the smart things dogs hey
done, but I can jest tell you something
that will lay over all your istories.eai'sa
III don't 'spect you'll believe man
when he's tellin' yes the truth, but
this,is as true, as the Gospel. .saa aaft.5ea
pYous all know that big yaller DOG, of
mine? Well, that dog is the smartest
dog in this drive.,o He's an intellectual
dog, he isl Now, know you won't be-.
lieve me, but that ar dogs been larnin'
to sing sssr,t e,s,4 .9i ,jefs7gt az /, ,,,sJ
Learning to ,sing2 Get out T. inter-
rupted one of the listeners 81 nd
lHYes, sir, that's SO. every word of it,
and I'll jest tell youho it was. 10th
er night we had, sssome singing at our
house. You Know our Saf'a been goin'
to the singin' school lately, and she and
the other gals, and the young fellers
what 60, hev got SO they can squawk
like the very blazes. And SO most ev.
cry night they meet at somebody 5 house
and practiee..,) a.it sa 81 bgs sissan19sa
.''Well, the other night there was a
whole crew on 'em at our house, and
they had a big time. Such a screech-
in and sduallih', and bellerin' you
never heard in al13Hsyour lives.
You'd a thought that a I whole
gang Of tom eats had broke loose and
tackled Squire Jones' big bull, and swor
jest having it hot and heavy. Well, that
ar dog vas in the room while they wor
singin', and he was the most interested
creature ever saw He watched 'em
beatin' time and goin' through their ma
mowers, and 'peared to understand 'em
as well asithey did. At;first they sung
lively tunes, you know; and purity soon,
when they got tired of these, they com
'menced on psalms and hymns and ether
serious things. The dog, he 'peared to
like these better than he did the lively
tunes, and sot down as close upto 'em as
he could while they sung. bah'sie' ID ot q
-'at idoI Tue SdiS cOdAtu III DiOW-
hard to sing sold Fun lred.sa You
know what an old tearing base voice
Jim has. When he commenced, the
dog began to get .dreadfuIly Interested.
He pinted his nose right up at the celin,
and every time Jim came to the low
notes, he'd sorter how" 's5i 10 z1o5i7Tsi .
VINO I'm I'M : ~, i,qLzsjs,. ) s,,s.
"No, blast you, the dog. Blowhard he
sung away. fer while, and just then he
turned round and kinder bit his hind
legs s = q,,fa-y n, 49,, .lifsf
'"tGosh almighty /! Blowhard g." ~, -
"No, you ALFRED fool you, the dog, Of
course. Then sez to the old woman,
Nancy Jane sez I, you jr1st bet your
boots that dogs something in his head.
And Nancy Jane sez she, .you git out
1 shant do it, Jest then the dog picked
somethin' up in his mouth and bolted out
of the room quicker'n streak. I didn't
pay much attention to it, and nobody
else noticed it.. @-----
"When Blowhard finished. all the gals
crowded round him and commenced fat
term on him, when suddenly we all
heard noise. 1t was the orfullest mix
ed up noise ever any body heard. Every
body was scarf nearly to death. Six Of
the gals tainted away into Blowhard' s
arms all at once. They wor hangin' on
to him from all sides, like string beans
on pole. Blowhard sot still for a
mint or two; it was more huggin' than
he could stand, and he wilted right of
his seat on to the floor and tried to crawl
under the sofa. Before he got more'n
his head and shoulders under, the gals
all came to and caught him by the feet
and tried to pull him out.
Blowhard he hung onto the sofa legs and
beloved murder, and the gals screeched
and sum on um run around the room
nineteen times in a minute before they
could find anything else to faint onto. /.
2 81 picked up candle and rushed into
the back yard, with two, or three of tht
spunkiest men, and what do you thinl
that ar interllectual old dog was doin
He'd got music book spread out before
him, and he was beatin' time with his
tail on tin pan, and howlin .Olc
Hundred like all possessed. - Golde,
Era. '.''