SMOKY, THE HERO

Evening Post, Volume CXXVIII, Issue 103, 28 October 1939, Page 15

SMOKY, THE HERO

.'"(Original.) '....' . Aunty Maud had never liked dogs. And it:.was when Smoky, a big Alsatian, was brought home by Uncle Joe that she became very angry indeed. : ,; Now '• Smoky was a very friendly dog, and the children simply adored him, for when they came home from school he: greeted them heartily by jumping up and licking their, faces. One day Uncle Joe threw a match on the carpet, not noticing that it was still' burriing. 'Instantly it set. flre to the mat and began to spread.. Sooh the hottSe^ bui-ning fiercely;.. was^gmpty of pipple,? rgx§etft*sr "Atmiy Maud.'Qjx %er way to tfie door she' had been overr come by. the smoke and flames, and had fallen to the floor iri. a faint. Then through the flames leapt a. big dog, who seemed regardless'of the clanger. It was Smoky. He caught hold of her dress with his strong teeth, and pulled her out of the house that was now a total wreck. A big beam feir across the place where Aunty Maud had lain a few moments before. And you can all be sure that now Aunty Maud is one of the best of doglovers, although she loves Smoky the best of all., "SUNRAY SALLY" (10). City. THE PEST. (Copied.) I'm trying to figure the 'best way to kill •A "skeeter" that lights on the back of my neck, And takes out his force pump and.lets down his drUli - And leaves a big lump that ls Itchy and red. Sometimes I take plenty of time and prepare To flatten him out when his.aeroplane lights; I make a quick slap, but the pest Isn't there— There's nothing, ln~ fact, but a few nasty bites. In spite of the way that ho blteS me and stings He doesn't keep quiet and tiptoe at night; You'd think him a friend by the way that he sings, And wouldn't believe .that he wanted to bite. I won't be an auditor when I'm a man, I won't practise law or take care of a store; I'll study this "skeeter'-' to see if I can Just muffle his engine and- flatten his bore. Found by "MARIETTA*? (12). City.. ON A HILL. (Original.) Three small rabbits sat on a bfH, There they sat, quiet and still. Up came a hunter with, his gun, And the little rabbits began to run, The clumsy hunter began to chase. The little rabbits began to race, The htater had a nasty eplll, And wont axoWag down tho hill; So the little rabbits wero saved. "PANSY PIPPIN" .(10). City, BEG I Now you're no more a tiny pup, So don't pretend you can't stand up, Just beg and walk a step or two; A sugar-biacuit's here for you, But if you sulk and will not play, ] Just plain-ones you will have today. , '"' Sent by "ALL IRISH" (It), ' Johnsonville.