Dog-day Advice* 



This is hot weather, gentlemen. 



— Heney IV. 



A BIG city, in the midst of the dog-days, is a big 

 cook-shop — a huge grill-room, as it were, wherein the 

 can't-get-aways are flopped on the gridiron of Old 

 Humidity and cooked in their own grease. Man, of 

 course, was never born to be broiled, and common 

 sense says he will avoid the process if he can. If he 

 can't get away from the Old General's gridiron, he is 

 somewhat excusable in bowing to the inevitable and 

 should endure it philosophically — if the fat be not 

 entirely grilled out of his philosophy. 



But, strange to say, there are some who can get 

 away and don't. What their reasons are, 'twould be 

 hard to say — ^unless they expect a long spell of hot 

 weather in the next world and would season them- 

 selves for it in this. 



Now, whether these fellows be sports, or merely 



incogitant chips from the common block of humanity, 



a bit of advice can do them no harm, indeed it may 



do them a deal of good, and will — if their seasoning 



theory doesn't stand in the way of their following it. 



Here it is : 



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