A NEWSPAPER DOG.

Thames Star, Volume XIV, Issue 4420, 5 March 1883, Page 4

A NEWSPAPER DOG.

" Don't you want to buy a dog ? " said a dilapidated individual dragging an ungainly and unwilling cur into the office with a rope. " Don't say no, now, until I '.-'■ tell you something about this fellow; ;'He's a born newspaper dog. He don't want nothin' better than to lay around ,a newspaper office and nip the leg of a printer that he oatches soldiering. : He, hates book agents; pedlars, and poetesses, and he can tell 'em. dn!sight.-. As- for feedin' him it won't cost you a cent. He's never bad much experience in eating, and if you'll; just chuck him a roll of rejected manuscript, with a little poetry thrown in -for dessert, it'll- satisfy him ~just as well, as if you'd give him a bone. He used.to belong to a friend of mine that run sf little newspaper in the •ountry a piece.* 1 One day the dog was left in the office with the week's papers just after they.had.been run off the press The dog was pretty hungry, he hadn't had * anything to eat for two or three days, and * although he had.always been perfectly £ ; Trust worthy before, his appetite got the f * better of him, and he ate the* whole circu- ,.. lafcionj before my friend got =back, and that's the way I came to get him, for my £■* friend turned him orer to me on the spot. fel^^fc^want him. All right; you'll be ]gHy» this. Here, Typo!" But ' i^p't go*. While his master was ivj^iarfcinfc'ite had eaten a copy of the MeriReorder, and it killed him.