Evening star., 1925-04-05
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

Peter the Airedale had his eye on
those new busses on our street
They seemed SO much like an en-
larged private automobile. such as
his master owns, that they looked
distinctly good to Peter.
Pete's brain registered a determi
nation to take a ride on one of them
the first chance he got You could
read it all there in his limpid brown
eyes
Why not?" his eyes seemed to say,
in their intimate, doggy way. you )
get on-why not me?"
Pete would bound along the side
walk after the bus as IL his very life
depended upon it. The lope of the
Airedale species is like nothing else
in dogdom.
1t combines the playful grace of
the toy dogs with the glide Of the
greyhound, mixed with something of
the determination of the bulldog,
III you have ever seen porpoises
wheel along through the sea, alter
natingly rising in the air and sinking
in curve back under the water, you
will have a fair mental picture of
Peter sailing along after the bus.
1t was necessary to keen the dog
in the house in order to allow his
master to get aboard.
This plan worked out admirably
until one day when it failed. Here
are the details:
Pete's chief got on the bus at the
corner down the block, but just as
ne d1d SO the dog came bounding
down.
Shut the door, quick" commanded
the passenger. The chauffeur-what
do you call bus driver, anyway
did as ordered, with the result that
Pete found himself out in the cold.
"Woof, woof," hailed Peter
GO on home, Pete" the chief called
through the glass, and settled down
in seat to enjoy his morning paper.
Our neighborhood is very fond of the
bus. 1t gets you downtown quick.
and after you are there you have no
worry about where you shall park
There is no thought, either, as to
who Will pay the bills for gas, or
tires, or any of the other problems
that worry the tired automobile. I.
owner.
Yes. we are all very fond of the bus.
At the next block the driver opened
the door to let three women and two
men get on. One wanted tokens. an
other desired a transfer and the
others dropped their fares into the
box.
Just the driver started to close
the doors another passenger arrived.
This passenger came on all four
feet. to be explicit.
Sure, 1t was Petet You must have
dog of your own to guess it.
Peter bounded in and made a dive
for the chief
He snuggIed his tan muzzle into
the overcoat of his owner, who looked
somewhat chagrined at the dogs sud
den appearance.
Pete. you get out of here" he said.
The Airedale refused These dogs
have a way of refusing. They cannot
be said to mind well.
The other passengers grinned.
The bus driver looked as IL he
wanted to. but wondered what in the
thunder he would do with his bus.
the chief, bodily pushing the dog
out the door. Close 'er up, close 'er
upw
Before the driver could obey, Peter
had thrown himself back through
the door again.
Passengers began to smile.
The bus operator seemed perplexed.
This time the dog owner personally
escorted Peter to the outside.
Now get I'M" hollered the motor
man-conductor.
Pete won't let me-" called the man.
Guess I'll have to take him home"
The driver looked bewildered, Pas
sengers talked to each other Fidelity
of dogs. their love, etc Began to
tell about their own dogs.
The bus started up as the chief and
Peter went back home What else
was there to do?