Evening star., 1914-08-16

It's Ho! for the narrowing dog days,
The shstterinR, Gathering dog days.
When, under the Klitterfng sums rays
The nervous policemen run,
Persuinx the dogs with their tongues
out.
Astounding the town with a wild shout.
And proving they're crazy, beyond
doubt, ....
BIZ shooting up trees with q gun.
Songs of the District Dogs.
: ! !.
OGS got to the Oh
server first. When
III @N he started out to
I'M " IA learn about dog
I'M IL II IA days he firmly in
A IN tended to visit
M H R/H certain special au-
HA H thorities and cram
I25A 81 himself with in
81 WIN - formation until he
HANSa resembled an in
vs. - tellectual plu m
- pudding. both for
weight and solidity He had intended
to work under the influence of the dog
star and graphically describe the
canine nervous system. He intend
ed ...-
But what-on-e earth difference does 1t
make what he intended to do? Inten-
tions, like promissory notes. depend
on individual integrity. and II a person
simply Intends
Anyhow, the Observer wandered into
a dog home, where Washingtonians
can, for a consideration. have their
dogs boarded and bedded and tended
by respectful servants. 1t is an aris-
tocratic home. 1t contains the most
prominent dogs in Washington.
What first attracted the Observers
attention was the melancholy voice OF
"Runt" as he sang the song quoted in
the beginning of this story. He sang
through his nose and he sang OF the
key. matronly dog with pro-
nounced wheeze was protesting as the
II WISH" she snapped, that you
would either sing or shut up! That
whine of yours is driving me madr'
"Runt" grinned lazily- He was
almost touched the ground. and heavy,
overha ngfng eyebrows. His eyes were
sad, but his perpetual smile made one
suspect that his was a dual nature.
You better not say that" advised
"Runt."
Say WHAT? interrogated the ma
tronly dog, petulantly.
Talk out loud about my singing
QfiVlnR you MAD explained
Immediately the matronly dog sobered.
That's right" she agreed. I'D for
gotten that this Is the time Of the year
when all human beings go crazy"
A venerable bull dog that had been
slumbering and snoring slightly opened
one heavy eye
You bet." he grunted. This Is the
crazy season. You ought to thank your
lucky stars that you are In a comfortable
Il might even say misunderstanding
house. instead Of skulking under some
body's front porch while some enthusiast
tries to reach you with a Knights of
Pythias sword in one hand and a garden
rake in the other"
With that the ancient bull dog went to
sleep again. The unusual length Of his
speech had wearied him.
Must have had an experience himself.
specuiated ''Runt." as the bull dogs eyes
closed again. Blamed seldom he talks
like that
For the first time he appeared to see
the Observer, who had been taking CO.
pious notes during the conversation.
'-Whaddyou want?' "Runt" inquired,
suspiciously.
Promptly the Observer introduced him
self
Going to board here?' asked the ma
tronly dog. politely. The offense was un-
Intentional and. even II 1t wasn't, there
were fifteen or twenty dogs there and
only one Observer. So he let it pass
81 came to inquire" said the Observer.
''why it Is that dogs go mad about this
time of the year,
Didn't you hear my little song?' asked