RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CIV, Issue 30914, 22 November 1965, Page 26

RANDOM REMINDER

PLAYING THE HEAD

Waiting at the corner doesn’t necessarily mean that one is watching all the girls go by. The considerable intervals available for repose and meditation after missing a bus in the suburbs can be used wisely and well. And a man of our acquaintance was so engaged just the other day. His mind was soaring loftily about in the limitless spaces of intellect when he was distracted by the corner of his eye, which told him that there was a woman approaching and that she was dragging behind' her something

which looked like a piece of rope. His first instinct was to save himself embarrassment by taking no notice of a poor creature who had flung back to childhood to escape the pressures of potato peeling, encylopaedia salesmen, and the lack of a thing to wear. But he was drawn to look again, inevitably. Yes, it was a piece of leather she was pulling along behind her, at a jaunty pace, and it had a loop at the end of it. She came closer, and then, with the expert air of Hopalong Cassidy hitch-

(ng his horse to a post outside the saloon, she secured the end of the leash to a bicycle stand. She had gone forward a yard or two towards the shop when she stopped, and gave a perfect performance of the Hollywood double take. Slowly her eye travelled down the leash, until it met the empty collar. They both looked back down the street and there he was, a very small daschshund, trotting along—if that is not too euphemistic a description of the gait—with an air of patient sorrow.