Life — September 1, 1904 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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_—_—— A Wise Dog. HILE it cannot be claimed for hunting W dogs that they have a very. extensive soeabulary, they understand enough words to go about their work intelligently and at times that is little less than marvelous. oodles, fox terriers and animals of ive a more extensive vocabulary. ion of this is found ina fox ter- g to the manager of a well-known rier of royal lineage, having com: 1-kennels a Budapest. common use around the house the understanding of this intelligent knows the name of every article of wre and clothing in the house. “A test was made for the purpose of deter- nining the accuracy of the terrier’s under- sanding of words: ‘I want you to walk on soor hind feet to the front room and bite Mr. Bon the ear,’ said a member of the household w the pet. Forthwith the terrier was off, and before Mr. B. knew anything about the plan the pet dog was playfully pulling at his ear. “Here was a rather intricate command. It ‘was not simply a command to go; it said how to go, where to go, and what to do and to the terrier understood perfectly. is a dog having an extraordinary understanding, no doubt, no fewer words. This one case will show that the pet dog has a wider understanding of words than dogs belonging to any other class, and there is a reason for it, of course. They are tulked to constantly, and naturally learn to associate certain sounds with certain objects.”— London Express. CHINAMAN had three dogs. When he came home one evening he found them askeep on his couch of teakwood and marble. nipped the dogs and drove them forth. | he next night when the man came home the But he placed his hand on the couch and found it warm from | heir bodies. Therefore he whipped the dogs| The third night, returning home a lit-| an usual, he found the dogs sitting before the couch blowing on it to cool it!— London World. dogs were lying on the floor. A Belated Explanation. ‘ innocent-looking German boy walked | a drug store the other day and faced u got some bees’ stings for rheuma shyly inquired, “Bees’ stings for rheumatism,” the proprictor repeated. “Where did you hear of that?” “Why, muther vas reating it by de news- bapers,” replied the lad. The Proprietor laughed. ‘I've seen something of that kind in the Papers,” he said, “but I won't attempt to offer Sou anything just as good. Where is the rheu- matism Seven years ago we introduced THE ANGELUS Its astoundin, success is due, First: to the fact that it was the first instrument ever placed before the public which gave the means to anyone to play the piano, even though he or she might be entirely lacking in musical education. Second: to the fact that its makers have constantly improved and developed it in every way to meet their own exacting desires as well as the cultivated demands of the public. The first instrument permitted of some individual expression, but the ANGELUS of to-day gives everyone (layman or musician) all the means to interpret a composition to accord with the feelings and sentiments of his or her own soul. THE PHRASING LEVER, our latest patented expression device, enables you to phrase to suit your own taste or fancy without changing the tempo lever. With the phrasing lever you also can prolong or shorten syllables in the rendition of songs—can take any liberty known to the musician, The expression devices are simple, yet so complete that anyone can play the piano in an artistic manner and produce effects which cannot be produced with any other piano player. Send for (free) handsome booklet and the name of the nearest agency. THE WILCOX & WHITE COMPANY Established 1876 MERIDEN, Conn. “In de handt und in de arm,” the boy replied. “Well, see here,” said the proprietor with a sudden smile, “I haven't got the cure on my shelves, but I keep it in my back yard. You go out through this door and walk around my flower beds. When you sce four or five bees resting on a flower just try to pick them up.” The boy nodded and went out. He was gone at least ten minutes. When he came back his face was red and his nose—where an angry bee had alighted— was beginning to swell. He held out his hand. “I picked me some of dose bees oop,” he placidly remarked. “Did you?” said the amused proprietor. “And does your hand feel any better?” “It ain't for me,” the boy placidly said. “It's for my bruder."—Cleveland Plain Dealer. comicbooks.com