Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1909-11-04

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| began to feel sorry tor hubby. dog
my cats If ! didn't. We looked so
much alike that people noticed II when
we went OUT. So we Slnuk The streets
that Morgan's cab drives down aud
took to climbing the piles OF last De
celnber's SNOW on the streets where
cheap people live.
One evening when we were thus
promenadinS aud was trying to look
like II l,riZe ST. Bernard and the old
man WAS trying To look like he
wouldn't have murdered the first or
gan grinder he heard play MendelS-
sOhn's wedding march ! looked up at
him and said in IN! way:
What are you looking SO sour about.
you oukum trimmed lobster: She don't
kiss You. You don have to Sit on her
lap and listen 20 talk that would make
the book Of Il musical comedy sound
like the maXims of Epictplus. You
ought To be thankfuI you're not Il dog.
Brace up, Renedick. aid bid the blues
begonc'
Tha, matrimonial miShap looked
down ut me with almost canine intel
igenct in his face.
why. duggir." says he good dog
gle You almost iuok like you could
speak. What is it. doggie: Cats!
Cats. Could speak.
But of course he couldn't understand.
Humans were denied the speech of AMI
n. ,rr, tf
communication upon which dogs and
men can get together is in fiction.
In the Hat across the hail from us
lived lady with Il black and tam ter
ricr. Fer husband strung it and took
1t out every evening. but he always
came home ,n"erful and whiSllng.
One day touched noses with the
black and tan in the hail, and | stru,k
him for an rlucidation.
"See here. WiggIe and Skip" says.
you know that it nint the nature of
a real man to play dry nurse to dog
in public. | never saw one leaShed
to q bowwow yet that didn't look like
he'd like to lick every other man that
looked ut him. But your boss comes
In every day as perky and set up as
an amateur prestidigitator doing the
egg trick. How does he do it: Don't
tell me he likes it,"
Him says the black and tan.
"Why. he uses nAtur = own remedy.
He gets Spiltlicated. At first when we
90 out he's as shy as the man ON the
steamer who would rather play pedro
when they make 'em all iarkpotS. BY
the time we've been in eight saloons
he don't care whether the thing on the
end of his line is Il dog or ii catfish.
I've lost two inches of my tail trying
to sidestep those swinging doors"
The pointer got from that terrier
vaudeville please copy-set me to
thinking.
One evening about & O'Clock my mis-
tress ordered him to get busy and do
the ozone act for Iovey. have CON
cealed ii until now. but that is what
che called me. The black and tan was
called Twectness. | consider that |
have the bulge on him as far as you
could chase IL rabbit. Still Lovey Is
something or nOnleDclaluFal llll can
on the tail of ones self respect.
At a quite place on a safe street
frightened the line of my custodian in
front of an attractive. refined saloon.
| made dead ahead scramble for the
doors. whining like a dog in the press
dispatches that lets the family know
that little Alice is begged while gath
ering lilies in the brook.
why. darn my eyes" says the old
man, with grin-"darn my eyes If
the saffron cOlored son of SeItzcr
lemonade an't asking me in to take
drink. Lemme see. how longs it been
since saved shoe leather by keeping
one foot Oh the foot rest! | believe
Up
knew l had him. Hot Scotches he
took. sitting at IL table. For an hour
he kept the Campbells coming. | sat
by his side rapping for the waiter
with my tail and eating free lunch
such as mamma in her tlat never