Los Angeles herald., 1910-02-16
DOG LICENSE TAG IN
HOT 'WElNIE' TELLS
ITS OWN SAD STORY
MYSTERY OF MISSING CANINE
is SOLVED
G. E. SeWbright Finds an Answer to
the Question Why Is Frank
furter Sausage Called
"Dog"

Why is a wiener wurst called hot
dog ?"-this time-honored query has
been answered by G. E. Sewbright, 712
Solano avenue, who while eating his
favorite lunch-wagon delicacy found in
it the license tag of a dog that had be-
longed to Miss Anna Bell, 800 IL South
Los Angeles street.
The destiny that shaped the end of
the doggie that frisked to the name Of
Sparker evidently had long crank on
it and sort of a hamburg steak ap-
pliance on the inside. Like all grue-
some specters which haunt the dreams
of purps, this destiny was a fine shaper.
1t transformed Sparker into most an
gelic sausage, but the egregious blum
der of not putting wings on him TO
distinguish him from the SausageS of
earth.
If it had, Sewbright wouldn't have had
to put in miserable hour in the dem
lists chair. Neither would he get SO
peevish every time anybody whistles,
"Oh,. Where, oh, Where, Has My Lit
tie Dog Gomez"
Mr.. Sewbright doesn't know where the
whole of Sparker has gone and, what
is more, he doesn't give a tinkers
darn, but he can't get away from the
fact that he knows where part of her
went. He is trying to forget, but every
time he passes a meat market he has
a feeling as if he had jelly fish caught
in his throat.
The ghost of the sausage mill got
poor Sparker's goat some time ago.
The mystery surrounding her tragic
end will never be known, that is, no
body will ever make confession
while Mr.. Sewbright lives. Suffice it
that the little Scotch terrier never
came back to Miss Bell, from whose
home she strolled away one fine day
over q week ago.
Monday night Mr.. Sewbright, who is,
or rather was, very fond of 'weinies,"
went to q certain meat market in Los
Angeles and bought string OF them. If
there was anything that Mr.. Sewbright
used to enjoy it was a few frankfurters
for his supper. That was before
Sparker and her long-handled destiny
met up.
"Yum-m-m-m! Ah-h-h-h! Fine"
gurgled Mr.. Sewbright, as he mashed
up one after another Of the "wienies.
His appetite egging him on ne closed
upon the last one. One bite and the
storm broke!
"Ouch!" he yelled, letting the man
gled sausage flop into his plate.
"Great ghost! what's that?'
From his teeth clattered a small piece
of brass. His eyes sticking out with
pain, Mr.. Sewvright hung onto his jaw
a minute and then inspected the tor
turing monstrosity. 1t was slightly
convex, like the badge on a conductors
cap. He rubbed clean the convex side
and read:
Dog License, No. ABB
A sickly pallor spread over his face,
and he clapped his hands over his eyes
to shut out the awful spectacle that
lay. half eaten. on his plate.
"A-ugh, a-ugh, a-ugh!' he enthu-
siastically exclaimed and then went
away from there.
He is convalescing now. He took the
peice of brass up to the city hall yes
terday. Ed Lovie, in the city clerks
ONCE, helped him look it up. 1t was
Anna Bells dog all right.
'rhe next time want to eat a dog"
growled Mr.. Sewbright, "Ill eat him
alive. It's bad enough to eat one dis
guised as a sausage without saving to
gulp down collar and all. BY the way.
/ wonder who got the rest of the
collar?"