Sorry He Wasn't a Dog. 
A Dutchman addressing his dog, said, 
You vas only a dog, hut I visli I vas 
you, when you go mit your bed in you 
sliust turn round dree dimes and lay 
down; veil I go mit the bed 1 have to 
lock up the blace, and wind up the clock 
nnd put the cat out, and ondress myself, 
and my fron valtes up and scolds, den dif 
baby wakes up and cries and I half to 
valk him mit the house round, den may¬ 
be, ven I gets myself to bed it is time to 
get up again. Yen you get up you 
sliust stretch yourself, dig your neck a 
leedle and you vas up. I haf to light the 
lire and put on the kiddle, scrap some 
mit my vife already and git myself 
breakfast. You play around all day 
and have plenty of fun. I haf to work 
all day and half bleiity of drabble. Ven 
t on die you vas dead; ven I die I haf to 
go to hell yet.”—Exchange. 
