Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1940-06-07
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succession, have received post caro-
in the mail, with nothing but dog
on it. Doggone it! I'd just like to
know what that means. It's sorta
gettin' me jittery.
I said it had dog on it, but the
truth of the matter is, the cards have
all had two dogs on 'em. They look
like racing whippets. One has sor-
ia racing blanket on it with the let
ter "W" printed thereon. This canine
is represented as racing, and leading
another dog only by short length.
Any of you people received any cards
like that? Maybe you can explain
the mening of them, to the peace of
my soul.
Now, somebody suggested these
cards were sent to me because of my
great love for dogs. But, I am free
to say, such suggestion is open to
discussion. Of course, 1 like dogs well
enough, but for us to become friends,
those four-legged animals have got to
learn to behave themselves. They
have got to learn how to make their
living in the day time and how to
sleep at night. They have got to
learn just where the place is they call
their home; and not make so free
with the place I call mine. And I
would advise them not to put too
much confidence in the bangle they
wear around their necks, when they
are out on foraging expedition. It
does not cover their entire corporosity
and some of these hot nights, a bullet
might find its way past that little bit
Of legal protection into one of their
vital organs
Why, only last night, it sounded
to me like there was Fido with
tenor voice, located at the foot of
Clarke Avenue on Linden Avenue;
and Rover on Clarke Avenue and
Vine. They staid there, I know, for
five hours holding long distance
conversation, which, if it had taken
place in the block where Hitler was
asleep, would have made him hold his
hands high and yell, "Kamerad!" He
would have surrendered his Kingdom
for his deserved sleep. Those dogs
would have bombed the life out of
him, and Das Fuhrer would have rails
ed the white flag.
Gentle reader, those dogs knew how
to bark. Rover had a kind of tele-
graphic two short, three long, and
one not so short nor long. He'd re-
peat this for about three-quarters of
an hour, then give it time to soak in
the ears of the light sleepers. Then
he would call up again with the same
code, and this time with increased
volume, sounding like he was trying
to connect with friends and relatives
in Mars, Luna, Saturn, Jupiter, old
Sol, Orion, or both Dippers. And
you could not but admire his intense
desire not to allow the night flee at
the approach of the god Of day, until
he had registered his voice with the
inhabitants Of the clouds.
The other dear little creature sound
ed like he had just jumped down from
his mistress lap, was angry at being
deprived Of his ease, and was yappin'
away in stacatto time, sounding very
much like the explosions of a gaso-
line engine busy with wood saw.
] don't know whether these two speci-
mems of the genus "Canis" understood
one another or not. I don't know
whether they were cussin' one an
other out, or paying compliments.
But know what was doing to both
of 'em, and it won't be hard to guess
what either
You know, it's funny thing about
these cute little creatures-dogs, you
understand-they'd rather show off
their accomplishments to other than
home folks. I've got a sneakin' idea
those dogs have found out what a
flat iron, boot jack, base ball bat, or
rollin' pin, looks like, coming out of
their owners windows, and doggie
prefers to seek wider areas for his
nightly serenades.
may be wrong about that, tho,
because the voice Of q pet dog is as
Jeanette MacDonald's or Nelson Ed
dy's to the owner; while some friends
Of the pet might not be welcome visi-
tors to its back yard. SEEM as how
! have no pet dog, I'm in double
trouble all the way round.
So, I don't know whether all I've
said and re-said about dogs has
brought me these silent, cryptical,
messengers Of the post or not. But