Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1909-12-04

ana KISS me ON the nose. But what
could I do7 A dog can't chew cloves.
began to feel sorry for hubby, dog
my cats II l didn't. We looked so
much alike that people noticed II when
we went out. So we shook the streets
that Morgan's cnb drives dawn and
took to climbing the piles of last De-
cember's snow on the streets where
cheap people live.
One evening when we were thus
promenading and l was trying TO look
like prize 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-
Bohn's wedding march looked up at
him and said In my way:
what are you looking so sour about,
you oakum trimmed lobsterg She don't
kiss you. You don't have to sit on her
Ian and listen to talk that would make
the book OF musical comedy sound
like the maxims OF Epictetus. You
ought TO be thankful you're not dog.
Brace up, Benedick, and bid the blues
BECOME"
That matrimonial mishap looked
down at me with almost canine intel
ligence in his face.
why, doggie." says he, good dog
gle You almost look like you could
speak. What Is 1t, doggie? CatsT
Cats! Could speak!
But OF course he couldn't understand
Humans were denied the speech of AMI
mails. The only common ground or
communication upon which dogs ana
men can get together is In fiction.
In the fat across the hall from us
lived a lady with black and tan ter
rier. Her husband strung 1t and took
it out every evening. but he always
came home cheerful and whistlmg.
One day touched noses with the
black and tan In the hall, and l struck
him for an calculation.
"See here. Wiggle and Skip" l says,
you know that it amt the nature OF
a real man to play dry nurse to a dog
I'm public. | never saw one leashed
to bowwow yet that didn't look IKE
he'd like to lick every other man that
looked at 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 1t? Don't
tell me he likes It."
"HimT says the black and tan.
why, he uses natures own remedy
He gets spiHlicated. At first when we
go out he's as shy as the man on the
steamer who would rather play pedro
when they make 'em all jackpots. BY
the time we've been in eight saloons
he don't care whether the thing on the
end of his line is dog or cathsh.
I've lost two inches OF my tail trying
Z to sidestep those swinging DOORS"
The pointer got from that terrier
vaudeville please copy-set me to
/ thinking.
One evening about 8 o'clock my mis-
tress ordered him to get busy and dc
! the ozone act for Lovey. ] have con-
cealed 1t until now, but that Is what
she called me. The black and tan was
called Tweetness. l consider that
have the bulge on him as far as you
could chase rabbit. Still Lovey Is
something of nomenciatural tin car
on the tail of ones self respect.
4 At a quite place on a safe street
frightened the line of my custodian In
front of an attractive. refined saloon
II made dead ahead scramble for the
doors. whining like dog in the press
dispatches that let's the family know
that little Alice is begged while gath
ering lilies in the brook.
why, darn my eyes, says the ole
= man, with a grin-"darn my eyes Il
the saffron colored son Of settler
lemonade amt asking me In to take 9
drink! Lemme see, how longs 1t beef
since l saved shoe leather by keeping
one foot on the foot rest? believe
PIP
knew / had him. Hot Scotches h'
took. sitting at table. For an hou
he kept the Campbells coming. 1 sa
by his side rapping for the waitel
with my tail and eating free lunci
such as mamma In her fiat neve