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Show atnut "Rags to the Rescue" By FLOYD GIBBON'S YOU know, boys and girls, sometimes I wonder if dogs haven't got as many brains as most humans, and this is one of the days I feel that way about it. It's an adventure story that called the question to my mind a yarn from Mary Sorg of Bronx, N. Y. Mary has a collie named Rags, and, If Rags isn't the Einstein of the dog world, I'll eat his leash and muzzle-raw muzzle-raw and without catsup. The adventure happened to Mary in the summer of 1931, but the beginning of the story goes back a lot farther than that. It goes back several years, to a farm out on Long Island near Jericho, where Mary's uncle raises collie dogs. Mary was out there one spring when one of the dogs had a litter of pups. They were fine, healthy pups all but one of them. That one odd puppy was streaked and spotted with Just about all the colors you're ever likely to find on a dog. "He looked like something the cat brought In," says Mary, "and my uncle was going to have it destroyed. But I begged him to give it to me Instead, and he did." Ugly Pup Goes a-Strolling With His Benefactor. So Mary saved that pup's life and she lived to be mighty darned glad of it For the pup grew up and one day he returned the compliment One day, in the summer of 1934, Mary went back to her uncle's farm in Jericho for a visit She took Rags along with her and that turned out to be not such a bad idea either. It was Just a few days after she had arrived at the farm that Mary set out on a fateful walk across the fields. She was going go-ing to call on another girl who Uved on a nearby farm and she took Rags along for company on the way. Mary crossed one Held and came to another that was surrounded by a barbed wire fence. She climbed through the fence and Rags scuttled through beneath it. He ran on ahead while Mary continued to make her way slowly across the meadow. She had gone maybe twenty feet and Rags was way over on the other side of the field, when suddenly she heard a grumbling, snorting sound behind her. Mary turned, let out a loud scream. Behmd bef-Just bef-Just a few feet away-was a huge bull pawing the ground and getting ready to charge. Maddened Bull Gores Defenseless Girl. Mary had on a red blouse and a red cloth cap that day. Some folks gay that anything red makes a bull mad. Others say be can get Just as Rags Was Drawing the BuU Away From His Mistress. mad at ereen or any other bright color. Anyway, the bull was coming Ster Ma? Tend Mary lost her head. She started to run for the fence. fo Si SeX behind he, She could feel SeTfor-tS SVS StUS before those ported hern, came down againl Canine Toreodor Begins to Torment the Bull. B that moment ,?2,1Jg2.?$ was getting to her feet My fsJcA but minute the bull SSSk to take hi. attention from me. ' Raes Strategy Succeeds in Saving Mary s Life. Kags ouaicj; doesn't know. Sh How long that strange battle went cMary ort of went out of r0" is reaching the fence and the anxiety. The next thing she jemembe" i came SXrVcrtXl SSt - Hags again and turned to see t0W " Ct doing so weO He was og aero, the field. just barely able to move. Miing at the nose and 5 collapsed in a heap whil a dozen yard. ry.Tnd'eX M Sffl- Bags over the fence and ca, rled him home in hi. arms. buU had ttdrf a a- - is ., jood a dof a. h. wa. |