Snap 
The Story of a Bull-terrier 
was dusk on Hallowe’en 
when first Isaw him. Early 
in the morning I had re- 
ceived a telegram from my 
college chum Jack: “ Lest 
we forget. Am sending you 
aremarkable pup. Be polite 
to him; it’s safer.” It would have been just 
like Jack to have sent an infernal machine or a 
Skunk rampant and called it a pup, so I awaited 
the hamper with curiosity. When it arrived I 
saw it was marked “ Dangerous,” and there 
came from within a high-pitched snarl at every 
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