The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1939-1949, 1947-03-27
Dear Editor:

| (Note: The following commune
cation is belated comment on the
late Man of the Year Contest and
more particularly applies at this
garden planting season. We pass
it on without further COMMENT
Mr. Chairman,
Ladies and Gentlemen;
It is indeed a very great priv
lege as well as a pleasure to be
permitted Cor am y to nominate a
candidate to the honored position
of "The Man of the Year.. It is
generally conceded that the per-
son who is entitled to the great
est honor is he, who has per-
formed the best service for the
most people. With this thought
in mind, I should like to present
the following named individual.
But in order to fully present his
qualifications it is necessary to
digress for a moment.
We have cute little canine who
visits us regularly, he trots, or
perhaps PAGES along the curb on
each visit. He is a dark smutty
gray in color, though I suspect
that if some one would sDuZ" him
he would be white. Before pro-
ceeding on his way he invariably
pauses and puffs at our pet rose
bush, the one we are striving
desperately to make look one
tenth as well as the picture in the
Catalog from which it was or
dered. After he has wended his
way along the Street, I am forced
to feel that I would rather pay
p. p. & L. Co. for. few drops
of water and put it on the plant
myself.
Then too, there is the darned
dark demon of dog-dom who visits
us. I suspect that he is a Gar
bage Inspector, as he usually
overturns the can and shifts at
the coffee grounds, egg shells,
wine bottles, etc. I am sure
though that everything is in order
for he has never tarried long to
tell me of anything amiss. Never
the less, after : he has passed I
must clear the mess.
Then the lovely little 1oafer
who is so fond of me that when
he is released from the house in
which he is usually pent, rushes
over gleefully bringing some fresh
fertilizer to my fading lawn. After
his hurried departure I wonder
why I bought a rake instead of
| a shovel, and how come wasted
money on Vigoro.
| Also there is the precious pack
of precociouS pooches which per-
ambulates pridefully on to our
Peonies, Petunias, Poppys, Peas,
ct cetera, ct cetera, and while the
Leading Lady pauses to pre-view
the prospects a gang of her more
amorous and ardent admirers en-
gage in free for all, in order to
further the future hourishing Of
said fauna. After their sudden
departure for more fertile fields,
1 Woefully wonder whether work.
ing, watering, welding, worrying
over and wishing for the success
of said whitening wisps Of worth
less weeds is worth while.
Oh, A dog hater says one. No
dearie, I love dogs and would
gladly keep one or more, (there
is no shortage) if it were not for
the fact that the only place I could
keep them is in the house, and /
have a wife. I also love people,
but they do not come in and stage
braWls on my garden, empty the
garbage can, litter the lawn, or
water the shrubs.
| Did it ever occur to you that
the only animals owned by hui
mans that are. allowed to roam
the range without regard to ryme,
reason or regulations are dogs
and cats? Pinning a license tag
on dog does not tell him where
to 60 or what to do.
A few years ago it was my
| pleasure make the acquaintance
of a Gentleman of Color, who
owned two wonderful Grey
hounds, and when Abe would
come to town he always had his
hounds on a leash. Some one
asked him the reason the dogs
were never turned loose, and I
think his answer worth repeat
ing. "Mistuh", he said, "well
bred dogs is never turned loose
to roam on their own, and well
bred people seldom turn dogs
loose to roam on your own. I
don't know, but that is what he
said. Seriously voters, dog is
usually some ones pet, but so
oftentimes is a horse, or mule
or perhaps a flock of fowl, and
these animals are never allowed
the Four Freedoms of The Alleys,
The Lawns, The Streets, and The
! Gardens.
Now the Man whom I shall pre-
sent unto you is that individual of
such a stature as to devise a
statute of such sufficiency that
it will not only protect the pooches
but that it will spare the suffer
ers. Such a Man will not only
be 1.-THE Man Of the Year." but