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Show i 1 I Hill THE FATE 0F REGG,E- Mi ! II ill 18 Te collecton of dog taxes, which was form- w' P If LIB orly a function of the City Recorder, is now an m ''HI!! 8 official task of the City Treasurer, and Fisher H P ' t ' l8 Harris, the gallant, is frequently regaled with a H jHhrfB vIgw of a11 tlie stages of hysteria, provided by B1! 'lu IB some beautiful female visitor, whose pampered M 1 j j ! pot has been taken to the dog pound. M i), l1! A lady arrived there the other day in a B x 11 frenzy of excitement: "Are you the dog-catcher? B llifl'S know you are. You took Reggie to that hor- B ' If) ribl dog Pun1 yesterday, and I haven't had a H If fl HE moment's peace since. To think of Reggie, who BB W I 9 ' always slept on an eiderdown spending the night Bb I V 1 9 out tnero wth those wretched beasts. O, it is aw- H V' 'I fu1, How coul(1 yu do it? I want you to go at BB ! l l n onco and brn my Reggie back. Taxes? Who B , I1' 9 ever heard of such a thing. It's outrageous. I'll BBf "t :'i'9 speak to my attorney. Taxes on Reggie? Why, 9 ' ' ' Ut 9 he never harmed anyone in his dear life. You'll i!9 be sorry for this. I'll not leave this office until L Wt you return. And, O, tell me, what do you feed 'j 9 the dogs out at that horrid place? Hi 'l! Ill I SB "T-bone steaks!" responded the suave clerk, Bb -ill IB whose life had already been threatened four times K 1 9 zl B tliat morning. "We have a thousand dollar chef 1 I lilt B ou nere constantly, and occasionally" . ' I fill B u tho ownor of RSSle nad fainted. |
