The Minneapolis journal., 1903-09-09
DOG IS TOO EAGER E! {: !:
Ross Dickey's New Irish Pointer
Doesn't Come Up to the :. .,-: >.
Specifications.
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Alderman A. G. Vaughn in Collision
With a Game Warden in
South Dakota.

For many weeks preceding Sept. /, the
friends OF Ross W.HDiekeyz had to listen
with patience andr eveAt aifshow@ Of efrthi :
siasm to the tales Of the wonderful new
hunting dog with which Mr. Dickey was
prepared to open the season and ex-
terminate the bird crop - .sa.. -.
Probably no prouder man stepped the
pavement than Mr.. Dickey on the after
noon Of Aug. 81, as he paraded up Fourth
Avenue S and stopped at his Ninth street
home, with one Of the healthiest and most
active Irish pointers that ever scented a
bird in tow, ~ :; .
isn't he beauty?'' said the enthusi-
the admitting throng the many fine points
which marked the beast. Had a hard
time getting this dog" he continued
"and there are very few like him in this
country
you see,'' he explained, ''this dog has
had a special training. He's no common
dog. You don't ever, have to whistle to
him. Not bit Of it. He just keeps his
eye on you and when you want him to go
one way you motion in that direction with
your right hand, SO. And then when. you
want him to go in the opposite direction,
you give him the right sign with the
other hand, like that
"Great idea isn't 1t? Few like him.
Maybe he won't get some birds, tho, ii.
Time passed, as they say In the story
books. and Ross went forth to battle with
the chickens and presently returned with
goodly lot. It was while gathered at
a little Observation-Disclosures party
that his friends heard this true story:
Yes, got along with the dog all right.
but he wasn't up to the specifiea tions.
Neither did he know his right hand from
his left, or mine either. That was a
lovely theory they had about his taking
the high sign and mapping his route ac-
cordingly. I've lost my breath whistling.
II motioned with my right hand and he
barked. / n1otioned with my left hand and
he growled. And then, the minute I let
go, into the whole bunch he went and we
had the hardest kind of q time keeping
him and the shot apart. And likewise he
ate up fine fat bird coming home in the
wagon the first day out. He's good dog,
but he's young"
Alderman Vaughan, Keeping It Outlet.
Alderman A. G. Vaughan of the seventh
ward is an exceedingly busy man these
days and his principal business Is keep
Ing things quiet" AS an advocate OF
everything but publicity the junior mem
Der from the seventh is an-enthusiast ex-
traordinary, which adds interest to q
little tale which comes from Westpart,
S. D. e-e. ..s.e.s4~ ~. IL
According to this veracious narrative,
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dant prairies and ripening cornfelds OF
Brown county, South Dakota, about Sept.
|, ostensibly to visit his brother, to whom
he had just sent q valuable hunting dog.
Like many other nimrods, he neglected
the little formality Of securing a hunter q
license, but blithely tramped the fields
and bagged an unknown number of the
gamey chickens. enjoying the brother s
hospitality, the Dakota ozone and the
sport.
Until last Saturday, when deputy
game warden said: Where's your IL
cerse?'
License exclaimed the alderman, q
have no license. am Alderman Vaughan
of the seventh ward, Minneapolis
Well, that makes it worse" said the
game warden. And then followed long
and earnest conversation in which the
alderman pleaded for clemency and
begged that he be not exposed to the jeers
and jests Of his city hall friends The
matter was finally adjusted by the pay
ment Of $40 fine and the deputy prom
ised to keep 1t quiet.
/. But somebody told the Westpart cor
respondent and now Alderman Vaughan
has no idea how much his oversight viii
cost him.