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Show wiches. The dogs love 'em. But can't you imagine--dogs eating eat-ing peanut butter sans? Do they turn 'em upside down so the goo won't stick to the roof of the mouth? Does one much, much prefer pre-fer jelly with his peanut butter? And the other would rather have mayonnaise? Or honey? AND WHAT KIND of advertisement ad-vertisement is this for the heavily competing dog food companies? Can't you see the teevee commercials--the dogs turn up their noses at the expensive mixture (some of it so good that people eat it) and arf-arfing for a peanut butter sandwich. When I was a small boy I fed my dog a piece of homemade home-made taffy. You never saw such a mess in your life. Finally I had to help him clean out his mug. But that cured him--he never begged for candy again. Wonder if he would have enjoyed a peanut butter sandwich. -Mac. SOME OF THE MOST intriguing in-triguing items you can read anywhere turn up, once in a while, in what we call the country correspondence. This is true in every rural newspaper. Incidentally, there's something about country newspapers which appeals to everybody . Over and over, we hear this comment from missionaries and servicemen: service-men: The companion or friend , picks up the home-town paper and' sneers politely. Where's the rest of it? Where's the comics? How come no sport page?" . BUT . . . NEXT WEEK he'll be back, wondering if that home-town scandal sheet has come in. And he'll be back every week, reading every item about people of whom he has never heard. Recently there was a real howl in The Morgan County News. Folks in Milton were preparing pre-paring to go to Idaho to hunt pheasants. They took the hunting dogs along, of course. BUT . . .THE DOGS won't eat dog food. So the lady of the house prepared for them i a batch of peanut butter sand- |