The Daily Alaska empire., 1946-08-09

LADY BUT SHE K IN BAD RIGHT NOW
 Linda was a lady. In her home town in Tulsa, Okla, she undoubt- edly lived an aristrocratic, shelt- cred life-nibbling daintily at choice bits of dog biscuits, by night rest ling her long silky ears on mono gramed pillow, and by day doing cnly nice dull things well-born lap dog should do.
 All that was before she came to Alaska, and slipped off the Aleu- tian to visit Juneau on her own. Now south by authorities in two states (her owner in Tulsa and the Alaska Steamship office in Seattle) , apprehended twice by the local police, an overnight ledger on the waterfront and charged with des- troying housing structure to boot, Linda is no longer considered a lady.
 1 Definitely not by the police or the local Alaska Steamship office.
 Following a frenzied exchange Of telegrams and letters concerning her disappearance from the Aleutian, the steamship company enlisted the aid of the Juneau police, who spread a drag-net, or rather a dog-net throughout the city with the result that culprit resembling the des- cription of Linda was apprehended.
 WANTED FILE
 Housed in the City Pound until the Aleutian returned, Linda show ed very un -ladylike traits She tried to bite her jailer, she parked all night, and she scowled Sullen- ly at the steamship officials who Il took her hampers of hot food and warm bedding. Evidently all she wanted was a file.
 Meanwhile Horace Adams sent off telegram to the Seattle office. Did Linda have brown paws?" She did. The Aleutian confirmed the belief that the City Pound in- mate was the lost Oklahoma Socie- i ty Pup-deb.
 But the Aleutian was going to Seward, so it was decided that Lin- da would leave Juneau on the Bar anof for a straight trip into the States.
 The police loved Linda, they thought she was a nice little dog gie, they were glad she had been found, they appreciated the grati- tude of the Steamship company = but above all they wanted Linda to go on the Aleutian-or something that was leaving Juneau.
 So instead of returning the run away to jail, Linda was put in a big heavy crate (bars an inch thick and with warm bedding, water and food, left to spend the night in the burned-out steamship office on the dock. The office door, what was left of it after the fire, was locked.
 ! The next morning Linda had des- troyed her housing accommodations eaten through couple of bars and left the building via a broken wall area.
 The drag-net went out again pulled by the weary Juneau police force. Cavorting gaily with the remnants of the Support Dog Bat talion, most of which has been separated into civilian life, Linda was found down at the subport Much against her protest she was returned to the Dog Pound, where she now sits waiting with low growls for the Baranof, and lis tening interestedly to the ribald stories of her fellow prisoners.
 When the Balanof crew gets in sometime tomorrow, steamship of- ficials will go aboard and find a nice quiet, strong stateroom for Linda. They will speak quietly to the officers: Watch her care : fully, she has been a little upset and might-just might-try to get off at Wrangell or Ketchikan.' In Seattle she will be met by a committee of steamship men and a railway express crate.
 She will be treated with due re- spect. Whatever may have inter vened since her tourist fling in Juneau, originally. Linda was a lady.