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Show SomobodyWas Lost, Master Somebody is lost. His dog ir, looking for lilm. Last night at 8 o'clock a fox terrier trotted Into the East 104th street station and asked Sergt. Lynch, as plainly as a dog can ask anythlug, where his master was. "Ilia" dog looked around, sniffed and whined when Sergt. Lynch didn't auswer him. Then ho trotted Into the back room, where they hold lost children till their mammas and papas come to get them. There was one lost child thoro, a girl. Mr. Fox Terrier trotted up to her and said, dog-fashion, with , one ear cocked and one eyo a-squint: "Cau't you ploaso tell me where my boss is?" The lost miss, liko tho sergeant, didn't understand. Mr. Fox Terrier trotted back to tho door. hesUated a bit about going, then trotted out, expressing his dlsconsolatlon in tho droop of his tail. New York World. |