Evening Star Newspaper, January 11, 1931, Page 85

- ——— —— — — is with a deep-mouthed grip. He could choke a man to death if he got such a hold. But this poor Negro wasn’t hurt that way. Why, mean, the bulldog loves old Eph.” But I saw now that I no longer had to argue for The Mugger. Conviction was upon O'Mal- ley. And it wasn't his examination of The Mugger’s war tools that convinced him of the bu'ldog’s innocence. He works fast, The Mug- ger. His alligator lower jaw once on your thigh, and you're a goner! For his ears are velvety, and the wrinkled mug of him is soft, and his heart-warming snuffle of universal friendship warmer still. “And I'd have done it,” Officer O’Malley said. “Had you folks got here 15 seconds later, I'd have had it dene.” He rubbed arcund bshind the Mugger's ears. And Mugger stood in motionless delight and Jet him rub. He might not know bulldogs, this officer of the 'aw, but dogs in general he evi- dently knew. There is that place, you know. behind the ea.s. . . . “But who did do it, then?” said O’Malley. “We shut the cdoois. Nothing got out. And nothin’s in. Oniy the five—the six of us.” “You looked in our old car standing over there?” I asked him. “Yes. Even there.” “Beneath it?” “Sure dark there, but you can see clear under to the other side. Look for yourself.” But I knew where to look. Eph Joppey is the handy man about our neighborhood. He is a sweet, gentle old soul. ‘That day had brought him to our place in his rounds about our suburb. He was to do a little gardening, lawn mowing, washing out the garage, odd jcbs; and, feeling as safe with him about as though he had been some trusted Southern mammy, Steve had left the house- hold in his care. Our neighborhood had been suffering, as outlying districts do, from scarcity of house help. And Steve, who needed a vaca- tion from our kids, had consented to a nice, long twilight drive, with dinner to end it. “Mind you, Eph. Bedtime is half-past 8,” my wife had told him. “Sho, ma’'am,” Eph had assured her. “I'll shoo 'em off to covers early, ma'am.” “And don’t forget to feed The Mugger,” I said as we drove away. “Make it late this evening. Keep him in the garage. Don’t let him out when I'm away.” Poor old Eph had not forgotten. The Mug- ger’s upset dinner pan lay on the floor beside old Eph when Dr. Philbin and the officer found % Eph coming down our driveway of steaming ' dinner for The his hands. And I can see, out from our hedge, The Shadow slink. rk shadow, slinking after Eph, went at old Eph’s heels. The aroma of rump stew. But a scent more significant to Weakness, timidity, defenseless- matically let go a feeble kick. Then followed wolf play, a cruel game. A game of shadowy and leapings out, of nipping this savory meat, of harrying this would have the much- Another nip or two, he would run, dropping rump stew steamed. But he did not drop Continued from Eleventh Page 8 finer selectivity in their life interests; all who wish to can acquire what we call a liberal education and the common level of intelligence will be raised. It is well known that persons devoting a few minutes daily to the study of selected or classical literature can add greatly to their culture in a few years. It is impossible W estimate to what degree of culture the aver- age public will attain if the right kind of in- formative and thought-provoking programs are broadcast via the motion picture-audible-and- visual-radio combination. Provincialism and prejudice will be dealt a death blow.” Mn ALDERMAN f{oresees problems and nec- essary readjustments with the advent of television. “Practically every problem-solving device we acquire,” he observes, “brings new problems in its train. Already the school teach- ers are getting scared. Many of them fear tele- vision will obviate the need for their serv- Ices. But in view of the ever-increasing demand for’ education I can foresee no cause for alarm THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, JANUARY 11, 193L St d fie Rain began to fall. The same rain through which Steve and I then were leisurely driving broaden the scope of the work involved. News- papers will not flag until there is no longer any- thing new. “Complaint is sometimes made that the great ing itself known as the Apple City with its Apple Blossom Festival and kindred attractions to ‘which it invites the motoring public. Bui to the student type of mind the more seen and heard, the keener the interest. A repair pit. ‘We rolled our old car clear of the repair pit. It’s not a deep repair pit. An active dog could easily get out, even with old Agatha over it. A spring, a hooking of strong pasterns on the edge, a little scramble of back legs, and it is done. The Mugger, who is squat and heavy, everybody he touched want to become a great scientist. He led out through direct contact. Those who knew him felt that they had a mis- sion in life. He shone forth and touched mil- lons. Such men as Millikan, who has analyzed “Put him down, lady,” the officer said grimly, his automatic in his hand. But Steve only held the Mugger that much tighter against her. did it. But The Mugger when he did It unhindered. There was no enemy to back into the bottom of the bag to honest He had no enemy. . ©O'Malley stayed, The Mugger’'s head upon his he ambulance quite all right. You do right when you think is right.” “Thanks,” said O'Malley. He straightened stiffy then cap. I knew that I could at us s little grimly as together. But his salute ¥ it was not for Steve. It was a such as one gentleman without another. of Officer O'Malley’s engine going At which, as at a challenge, The Mugger up his alligator trap shut his eager mouth without a sound. a gesture of consideration such as mig from a gentleman without reproach. 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