Evening star., 1922-10-22

Ode to Pay of the encyclopedia.
Ambrose, we must get a dog
"A dog. darling?'
His tone was tender, but thought
lacking in warmth.
"YeS-a dog"
She sighed as she gaZed at large
framed steel engraving of Landseer's
st. Bernards that occupied space on
the wall until recently tenanted by a
crayon enlargement of her first hus-
band in his lodge regalia.
Such noble creatures" she sighed.
$50 intelligent And so loyal"
In the books they are" murmured
Mr.. Pottle.
"Oh, Ambrose" she protested with
a pout. How can you say such a
thing? Just look at their big eyes.
so full of soul. What magnificent
animals, So full of understanding
and fidelity. and-and-
"Fleaso" suggested Mr.. Pottle.
Ambrose. you are positively cruel.
she said. tiny, injured tears gathering
in her wide. blue eyes.
Forgive me, dear" he begged. Il
forgot In the books they don't have
'em, do they?''
You said yourself that you adore
dog stories
Sure l do, honey" said Mr.. Pottle.
"But man can like stories about
elephants without wanting to own
one. can't he?'
"A dog is not an elephant. Am
brose."
He could not deny it.
Well dear. what kind of a dog
shall we Eet?" she asked briskly. He
felt that all was lost.
There are dogs and dogs" he said
moodily. And l don't know anything
about any of them"
I'll read what it says here" she
said. Dog is the English generic
term for the quadruped of the domes-
ticated variety of canis. In the Old
and New Testaments the dog Is
spoken of almost with adherence.
Indeed. it ranks among the unclean
beasts"
There. Blossom" cried Mr.. Pottle.
clutching at a straw. What did
tell you? Would you fly in the face of
the Good Book?"
She looked refrigerators at him.
THE Egyptians. on the other
hand she read. 'venerated the dog.
and when a dog died they shaved
their heads as a badge of mourn
ing"
Shaved their own heads. did they?'
Disgust showed on Mr.. Pottle's face.
NO wonder they all turned to num-
miles,
Ia in ha
ness
TCHEEDFCL of this depression.
~ Mrs. Pottle read on: There are
many sorts of dogs. st. Bernards are
the largest. Their ears are small and
their foreheadS white and dome
shaped. giving them the well known
expression of benignity and intelli-
gence' Oh, Ambrose"-her eyes were
full of dreams - "oh, Ambrose
wouldn't it be just too wonderful for
words to have great. big. beautiful
dog like that?''
There isn't any too much room in
this bungalow as it is demurred MIR.
Pottle. Better get chow.
You don't seem to realize. Am
brose Pottle." the lady replied with
some severity, that what l want a
dog for is protection"
protect you?"
mot when you're away on the road
selling your shaving cream. Then's
when need some big. loyal creature
to protect me-"
From what%'
"Wel. burglars"
''Why should they come here"
"How about all our wedding sill
yer? And then kidnapers might come" ="
come
.'Kidnapersc What could they kid
nap?"
Me" said Mrs. Pottle. How would
YOU like to come home from Zanes-
willie or Bucyrus some day and find me
gone. Ambrose?" Her lip quivered.
"All right, Blossom" he gave in,
patting her cheek. ''If my angel wants
a dog she shall have one. That re-
minds me. Charley Meacham. the
boss barber of the Ohio House. has a
nice litter. He offered me one or two
or three If I wanted them. The
mother is as fine looking spotted
coach dog as ever You laid an eye on,
and the pups"
What was the father?" demanded
Mrs. Pottle.
How should I know? There's a
black pup. and spotted pup, and
yellow pup, and a white pup, and
a."
Mrs. PottIe shifted.
NO mungles for me-" she stated
fatty. Il want a thoroughbred or
nothing. One with a pedigree"
But. darling" objected Mr.. Pottle,
"a dog can bark and bite whether he
has family tree or not. can't he?
We can't afford one of these fancy,
blue blooded ones. I've got notes at
the bank right now I don't know how
I'm going to pay. I can't be blowing
in hard-earned dough on pups"
"Oh. Ambrose, I actually believe
Observation-Disclosures kid
naped-or-not!" his wife began.
There, there. honey" said Mr.. Pot
tie hastily. "You shall have your
pup. But remember this. Blossom Pot
tie. he's yours. You are to have all
the responsibility and care of him."
"Oh. Ambrose. you're so good to
mel" she breathed.
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THE next evening when Mr.. Pott1e
i came home he observed some-
thing brown and fuzzy nesting in his
Sunday velour hat With q Smothered