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Show Why the Dog rtcengmlsetl It. I called on a certain portrait painter in Indianapolis. We had gone to school together. Since then he has acquired ac-quired a national reputation m an atist. I complimented him on his lifelike life-like work. "Yes," he replied, "I suppose sup-pose It is creditable now. but it was not always so. I remember the first job I ever had. A wealthy lady came to see me and wanted her full length portrait painted. I did the beet I could, but that was notliing to brag of. When the lady came to look at the picture she gave a cry of disappointment. " 'Why, that's not at all like roe,' she said; 'I shall not take It!' "I assured her It was a perfect like- i ness, and declared that even her Uttle i poodle would recognize it. I am will- lng to take that risk,' she said. 'I'll bring my dog this afternoon and if he recognizes me I'll take the picture.' Later in the day she brought in the canine, and the sagacious little animal, after surveying the portrait for a moment, mo-ment, ran up and licked the painted hand. My lady took the picture without with-out any further objections." "But the likeness must have been striking,'' I said, "to deceive the dog.'' "Not necessarily," replied the artist "I took the precaution of rubbing a piece of bologna sausage over the hand before the dog arrived." j |