Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1946-08-30

to be trusted (and I would just as
lief have my tongue cut out, or my
subscription to Newsweek Cancelled
as to doubt him), this Ben says
II want one" whenever Night
Waterman Brissenden passes a bis
cult to Mrs. Brissenden, or Mrs
Brissenden, who isn't night watch
man, passes a biscuit to Mr.. Bris-
sender.
Calls Cindy on Carpet.
The minute I read about Ben
I called Cindy. Quicker than you
can say Glare Boothe Brokaw Luce
I had Cindy on the carpet-a place
she adores, despite all our efforts
What do you want, Master?"
she asked.
Call me Legs" I said. isn't
that what all well-bred dogs call
their masters in stories where dogs
join in the conversation"
"All right, all right" Cindy came
back. What do you want, Legs?'
II want to read you this" said
showing her the Time article.
Il haven't my glasses" she said
And, when I went down to the
beach, I forgot where I left them
"They are upstairs under the
cedar chest" I told Cindy. &c
up and get them"
I whistled, and, pointing to the
stairs, said. "Sic EN-"
Cindy cooked an ear and looked
at me.
That's no way to talk to dog
Legs-I mean Master" she said
Listen, you are supposed to talk
baby talk to a dog. Nice puppy
Sweet, sweet puppy. and that sort
Of thing. After all, remember, !
am mans best friend"
That's right" said.
Sure as hootin', I'm right" Cindy
said. when Jean kicks you out of
the house, when the cupboard is
bare, when you haven't even a collar
to your name, who do you think
will be standing by your side?"
THE sheriff." I said.
That's right, but who'll be by
the sheriff's side? Cindy. Me.
'Cindy. I. Those pronouns throw
me. you know"
She licked the feathers on her
right front leg and continued:
Didn't you ever read Senator
Vests tribute to a dog? DO, I guess
you didn't. Read 1t sometime, and
you'll understand why we dogs have
an unwritten law which requires us
to be faithful to our owners, come
what may"
I asked Cindy If she had ever
wanted to desert me.
"A thousand times, Bud, q thou
sand times" she answered. "Remem-
Der when I was little, little pup, and
we were living in that apartment on
Madison avenue in New York, and
you used to keep me in the bath
room? I used to cry, remember, be-
cause I was lonesome for Dixie.
That's my mother. And remember
how you would come In the bath
room and slap me on the rear to try
to make me be quiet? I hated you
then. Just as hated you the other
day when you washed me, and
didn't have the sense, or was In too
much of a hurry, to first lather my
neck so the f1eas wouldn't run down
on my nose and into my ears"
Cut the chatter, pup" I said.
Go get your glasses. I want you to
read this"
A Matron at Seven.
1t took Cindy quite a while to get
her glasses. She really isn't pup
any more. She used to gallop up
the stairs, all four feet working.
Now she galumphs up-her hind feet
pushing until her front feet land on
the next step. She's a matron. She's
seven. But she found the glasses,
and came back and asked what had
for her to read.
She looked it over very carefully.
Read 1t twice, and the second time
she moved her lips, as If to be. sure
she got the full meaning.
What about it?" she asked when
she had finished reading.
Pretty remarkable, don't you
think" I said.
Whats so remarkable about
that?" she asked right back.
Why the English dog talks" I
said. Can you speak?"
Not word" she answered.
She waved her tail toward the In
coming rollers. She rolled an eye.
She licked my hand. She went back
to the beach. She knew I under
stood her, and that I wouldn't swap
her for all the talking dogs in the
world.
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