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Show Dog-About-Town Who said dags are dumb animals? A few Yiornings ago while riding to school, I wa surprised, as were my friends sitting near me, to see a little black, curly-haired dog of no particular breed come walking briskly to the back of the bus. After givirfg each person near him a careful "once over," he found an empty seat (lucky dog!) and promptly jumped into it. The girl sitting next to him proved interesting interest-ing for awhile, and he tried his level best to become better acquainted. But since she only responded to his friendly sniffs and vigorous tail-wagging with a couple of pats on the head, he gave her no more of his attention, and instead in-stead settled down for a comfortable ride. The buzzer was pulled a number of times after that, and each time our little canine companion com-panion jumped up and peered intently through the window at our stopping place. Apparently deciding that this was not the place for him to get off, he settled down again and attempted a dognap. About the third or fourth stop, after carefully care-fully noting his bearings, he walked matter-of-factly to the front of the bus, and stepped out of the door with the other passengers. (In case you're curious, he got off at Lincoln junior jun-ior high.) I don't think he was on his way to school, although I shouldn't doubt it of such a dogabout-town. He certainly seemed to know his way around. Perhaps he was on his way to see a lady friend of his. I noted that the adventurous little fellow stood there on the corner for a while after we left him; perhaps only waiting for the traffic light to change. But I do wish I could see him just once more. I believe I'd ask him if he realized he didn't pay his fare. ' When Mary finished the ordeal and sat down to read, she began to think, "Have I done everything right?" If she had made the slightest slip-up it would mean failure. Looking Look-ing around, Mary saw for the first time what the room looked like. With the fury of a tornado tor-nado she began to remove all evidence that in- dicated a struggle. Her face under the flaming red hair was full of fear of failure. What would people say if she were exposed. She said to herself, "Will I be a woman enough to stand up before my husband and admit I am a failure? fail-ure? And if I do succeed, will I be able to keep the secret of the fears I have had this day locked in my soul?" She rose to her feet and paced around the room. Again fear of failure and criticism raced through her mind. She could stand it no longer! She raced the distance of the room, and threw open the door. She breathed a sigh of relief it was perfect. Her first cake was a success ! Glenna Thompson |