CLEMENTINE 



capable of bossing dogs, but she has no illusions 

 about cats. 



While sitting in the hammock after dinner I had 

 a chance to observe Clementine closely as she nosed 

 around to see if any pears had fallen lately. While 

 looking at her I was haunted by a sense of something 

 familiar. Where had I seen that smile before? You 

 know that the pig is the one thing in nature that 

 has the "smile that won't come off." The corners of 

 its mouth are permanently turned up so that it can 

 hardly stop smiling even when it is squealing for 

 swill. And when it is contented it seems to be smil- 

 ing from the corners of its mouth to the jaunty lit- 

 tle curl in its tail. While watching Clementine I 

 realised that I had seen that smile before somewhere. 

 After cudgelling my memory for a while I suddenly 

 remembered. Her smile is exactly like that of the 

 get-rich-quick promoter, the newly appointed of- 

 fice-holder, and other men who have been selfishly 

 successful. As I realised this I called up pictures of 

 scores of men with smoothly-shaven jowls and the 

 pink cheeks of eupeptic high feeding — and all of 

 them had the same smile as Clementine. - From deal- 

 ings I have had with them I know that they also have 



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