The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-03-28
SPRING AND IT'S EFFECT ON DOGS.

dogs. How that voice stirs the deep
sympathies of the human soul and churns
the milk of human kindness. The
| brain of every resident of years IN Mani
towoc l. tempered toned, stuck to- and
patched over with an annual crop of pup
melody. All! what barkings. growlings,
yipings, yelpings, snufhngs. whimperings
and pup-mu.terings have quickened the
| spirits of the living and the dead Of our
City, since first the white man came
| Even now as [ write. d clear ringing ytp,
Wp! of blessed pup of blessed neigh
Dor touches my heart. Truly, Numbered
among the free Institutions of our County,
| should be temples devoted TO the Worship
| of blessed shaggy pups; temples to which
all true lovers Of the dog could go up and
get their fill; temples at which little chill
dren could be taught that the dog is the
| holy parasite of man
During the winter, the dogs rested
sweetly upon the bosoms of their owners
and were fed with spoons. The children
of pup-owners look very thin this spring.
| because their wise parents have given
| all the milk of the farrow cow to the pups
As in spring time the trees put forth
| their buds and blossom, SO pups put
yelp, whinper, snuff and mutser. Yea,
verify. what lessons OF wisdom are around
| Us! The hot breath of million pups
uniting with the spring winds gives
| a charm to all surrounding things, and
makes at times mist SO thick over our
sweet City that one can hardly get sun
light enough to drink his beer.
The silence of the winter was first brok
en- by sharp zip. All happy PUP !
But that y5p was hurried on by the oper-
atoms of monstrous flea. Thus one
thing helps on to1her in this world =
What "a beautiful moral! Yea. verify.
what lessons OF wisdom can be clawed
from the hair of dog! VIVA; bliss leap
ed i'll the heart OF the owner Of that hap
by pup that gave the first yp! Shutting
like a hungry calf in full view of bis
mother, The owner of that happy pup
leaped the entire length of his kitchen,
thus knocking over three milk pans and
dye-pot Then it was the wife Of the
owner she'd briny tears of joy. Then it
was the dear children asked their sweet
parents Cor pie; for said children had
learned that parents become more gener-
Gus when the sap begins to run and
the hens begin to lay and the fAas begin
to bite and the pups begin to yip. Then
it was the whole family kissed the sacred
waggirg tail of he happy pup that gave
the first yip. Such is glimpse of the
mystic dog worship in Mabltowoc County.
When the travelling members of the
smallpox fraternity began to shake their
infected coat-tails into the nostrils of the
Whole county, dog-owners began to hustle
about to get their dogs vaccinated They
sent to Chicago for fourteen pounds Of
vaccine matter. dogs first and children
arter, answered one dog-owner. Such is
the profound wisdom of those who have
the dIs-interest at heart. Recently saw
woman with glaring eyes and streaming
hair rushing along It'll street and holding
a howilng pup In her arms How
that happy pup was shaking his pre- cious
tail 10 honor Of noble ancestry! Then
1t was SAID woman thus rushing along
7th street flung a greasy wall upon the
slippery air, save my pup, save my rup!'
But | could not make out why IN tIluader
said woman Was n,ahIHg such d iuss, for
-hc had her dear close in her arms and
hard against her heart. Such are the
mysteries of 7til street
Christmas is a day of gifts 1t is day
when the tokens of precious friendship are
'nterchanged. The fact is that dog-halr
Is the most precious and valuable Of ali
nIaterials in Mauitowoc County Cnnse-
quenrly tuns Of said hair in said County
are annually wrought up into Christmas
presents such as iingel-rings, ear-riugs,
armlets, tooth-brushes, crosses aud jack
knife handles.
Dying Manitowocoans are sure to be
queath their last blessing to their puns
and express fervent hope that they
may ere long hear the Old familiar yi,i2s in
t'otbeI world.
Pleasure rests upon my shoulders like
4 mountain Of dog. | am crushed can
>ay but little more. | close in the Ian
suage of Lord Bacon, happy they who
have pups to load the air with IDEAS.
TICKLE the soul o nights with sweet sound
and bite the ears OF stray pigs.
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