The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-12-08

came from the kitchen, and he was not
slow in discovering the cause. And how he
did laugh when he found it for what DO
you suppose? There was Fleet with MS
head fast in a big pitcher of milk; and,
bang it ali he could, he could not rid him.
self of his new head dress. It was very
funny. One often sees dogs end in various
ways, but Joe never saw one END In
pitcher before. He laughed heartily at
first, and all the while Fleet was flying
around blindly, like crazy thing, splash
ing the milk all over. Then he stopped
and grew solemn suddenly when he saw
the likelihood of further damage; for
there came to his mind the dreadful story
OF the little darby whose head stuck fast
in pitcher and they first cut off his head
to get the pitcher off and then had to
break the pitcher to get his head out,
which was most sad experience for the
little darby.
Still. that pitcher must come off, for
strong china though it was it could not
stand everything. So Joe jumped astride
the dog, which action so startled Fleet
that he tossed his head MP, giving Joe
good splashing of milk and whack that
made him topple over. But he was soon
up in place, for be realized that time was
going and he did not care to be the laugh
ing stock of the whole family. So with
knees pressed around Fleets neck he
firmly pushed the pitcher till he succeeded
IN freeing him and landing himself on the
floor, and more sheepish-looking dog and
mllk-bespattered floor you couldn't find
| In months journey. But the dogs head
was in its proper position and the pitcher
unbroken-two things Joe was thankful
| for, anyway. 1t is needless to say he kept
this little episode strictly to himself,
though Jumbo did almost catch him mop
ping up the floor.
Him ton mrchoa Aafnrp ~ said Jumbo
| one day after the usual pot of cornmeal
was disposed of and he'd stolen an apple
pie; "him leg all holler, you sabe?"
Another time he sneaked into the
kitchen, and was discovered in the act OF
dragging leg of mutton off the platter,
and once when Joe took him into the fields
to speed him he saw, to his great dellght,
a rabbit, but when, after much trouble, he
finally made Fleet see it, too, the dog was
so scared that he put his tail between his
legs and ran toward home, and II you'll
believe it--for it really happened-the
| rabbit was so surprised at not being chased
that he actually went after the dog, which
Fleet discovering, made better time than
ever toward home, while Joe stared IN dis
gusted establishment.
But the climax was reached when one
night Fleet dug a hole under the smoke
house and made away with half pig that
had been hung there that day, so as Joe
was very fond of pork even he was hnally
disguised with the hounds pranks, and de-
termined to lose him. which was accord
ingly done on the next trip to town, and
the last seen of him be was wistfully re-
garding beef which hung in front OF a
butchers shop, though whether he tried
to devour it or not is not known.
To this day Joe doesn't like to hear
much about ''fifty-dollar dogs, but on the
Christmas tree there is to be for him a
tiny china dog with this inscription. This
will be $50 dog when it grows up" But
you won't tell him, will you?
MARY WOODWARD EDWARDS.