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THE LITTLE GREY DOG.
By HERMINIA ZUR MUHLEN. (Synopsis: Benjamin was a little colored slave who had lost his father and mother. It was in the old days of negro slavery down south so Benjamin had to work hard all day in the fields under the hot sun and he was continually beaten by the overseer. One day Benjamin was surprised when his only friend, a little grey do£ whom he had saved from drowning, spoke like a human being and told him to run away. They ran until they came to a river, where an alligator was just about to eat Benjamin up. The dog then saved the boy’s life and got the alli gator to take them to an island in the middle of the river, where they would be safe from the serv ants of the rich slave owner who were after them.) ‘\ thank you, mighty animal; » » but how can we reach the island? The water is rough and deep, and my little friend can’t swim.” “I will carry you over on my back,” answered the aljigator. Benjamin and the dog seated them selves on the scaly back of the ani mal, and it began to swim. What a strange journey that was! The waves played over the back of the alligator and the dog was afraid that the al ligator might change his mind and eat both of them for breakfast. For that reason he spoke continuously to the alligator, flattered him, praised his goodness and declared solemnly j that the alligators are the noblest | animals in the world. This trick did | not fail in its purpose. When they landed on the island, the alligator j called twelve of the strongest alli gators to him, instructing them that they must not harm a hair on the boy or the dog, that they were his guests. He also commended them to swim along the bank of the river and stand guard, keeping the people from coming to the island. This was well done, for when the sun was high in the heavens, five men appeared, sent by the rich man to look for Ben jamin. One pointed to the island, started to go into the water, when an ifimense alligator pushed his head out of the water and the man crept back. “He can’t be there,” said the man to his companion. “The alli gators here must have eaten him." Benjamin and the dog rested all day on the island. The little boy ate the sweet berries that grew there, drank from a well, and at evening the alligator carried them back again to the bank and bid them a friendly farewell. Today traveling was more difficult than it had been yesterday, for Ben jamin’s feet were blistered, he groaned and complained at every step. The dog comforted him, en couraged him, let him ride on his back a little while tho the boy was too heavy and after a few minutes the dog’s bones would crack and he would have to lie down. Deep sor row tormented the dog, surely the servants of the rich man were some where in the neighborhood, deter mined not to return home without the boy. And even if they were not found, how far was it to the North? How will we get there if Benjamin is already too tired to go further? Toward midnight they suddenly saw a fire burning on a meadow. Peu L’NCLfc WIGCiII.Y'S TRICKS- 'I W 'Hes cutting! A something i §M®iou.t he q'Jm yBI doesrit gpuk me to -see" /1 i wJ pie must be there. The dog dragged the boy into some thick bushes, told him to keep still, crept softly toward the fire. A pot hung over the fire, and a blond man sat before it Close by stood a wagon with large wheels, to which a brown horse was har nessed. The dog looked at the many very searchingly. He looked differ ent from the people at home, had a very light skin, kind blue eyes; sure ly he was a Northerner. But was he a good man? Then the dog remem bered that only very good people un derstand the language of animals, and the dog decided to tell him the story of little Benjamin. ‘ Carefully he came closer to the fire and said softly, “Good evening, man. Are you a Northerner?” The man looked at him in surprise, but, oh, joy, he had understood the words and answered, “Good evening, my friend. Yes, I am a Northenet. Do you want to eat something? My supper will soon be ready.” “I am not hungry,” replied the dog. “But I want some help.” And then he told the story of little Ben iamin. The blond man became red with anger and his eyes gleamed. This made the dog happy. “He is really a good man,” thought he, “for only good people are angered by the suf ferings of other people.” When he was thru speaking, the man said, “Bring your little friend here quick ly. My horse has rested enough. We will ride off immediately so that no one can capture Benjamin.” How happy the little grey dog was! In spite of his weariness, he danced with joy, wagging his tail, and start ed toward the bushes where Ben jamin was hidden. Then he saw something terrible. A man came over the meadow with a dog, which ran straight towards the bushes. The grey dog howled with fright. The blond man looked up, jumped for ward and called to the dog, “Keep the man back just a moment, and all will be well.” At that the dog ran toward the man. The man had reached the bush, with one bound the dog leaped at his throat, bit it hard, did not loosen his hold in spite of cuts and blows. In the meantime the Northerner had taken little Benjamin in his arms, ran hastily toward the wagon, jumped in, and called to the dog, “Follow us, we will wait for you in a safe place.” Then he cracked his whip, started on the road, the brown horse galloped ahead, for it know ev erything that was going on. The grey dog still gripped the man’s throat, thinking every moment that if he could detain the man, it would be an advantage to the good man and the little boy, and would save his friend. But the man, tired o? wrestling, took a large knife from his pocket and plunged it deep into the breast of the faithful dog. The dog whimpered piteously and fell heavily to the ground. His clouded eyes still saw, far off in the distance, a tiny spot that kept growing small er and smaller; that was the wagon which was carrying little Benjamin to freedom. Great joy filled the dog’s heart. He wagged his bushy tail once more. Then he died. The blond man and little Ben jamen waited a long time in vain for the grey dog. Benjamin wept bit terly, and his new friend comforted him: “The brave dog will come run- wm — J~\ m I'iL " IJI find out I What it W 4-5 if =3 JBBBU I buy *very . I & paper ia town 1 - The Poor Fish Says: 1 see where the Mayor of Chicago is making war on scantily dad chorus girls. This is going too far. The next thing they’ll be doing is putting trousers on Cupid. ning back. All is well with him.” But tho Benjamin was safe, he was always sad when he thought of his friend. But he did not know that the little grey dog had died for him, paying his debt of gratitude to Ben jamin with his life. 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I Youth Views By HARRY CANNES Hungary Trains Boy Scouts. Good boy scouts make good fasc ist!. Hungary has learned that les son, and that’s why in Hungary you will find a highly developed boy scout movement. A traveler thru that country sends the news that he saw some of the best types of boy scouts in the land of Horthy. Not content with having washed their hands in the blood of the Hungarian Communists, the white guard, monarchist leaders in that ill-fated land are training their youngsters to be the murderers of any future attempts on the part of the workers. Would you be surprised to learn that the Hungarian boy scouts are the image of their American broth ers? Even their creed is formulated on the same “principles.” Boy scouts the world over are merely army kin dergartens. In the lands of the open reactionary anti-working class (fasc | ist) rule, the boy scouts are kinder gartens of murder and destruction. There is no mathematical problem | involved in the question: How far is it from a boy scout to a white guard? It’s a matter of command. “Obedience,” the central theme of the boy scout creed, covers a multi tude of sins. What is most heart-rending, tho, is to see some good, honest trade unionists encourage these organisa tions. It’s like taking a lion’s cub for a pet, thinking you were bringing up an Angora cat. Every worker who permits his kids to Join the ho"y scouts can iriame him self when this same kid jabs a bayo net into the ribs ol some siruuufc mel low worker, or burns down some trade union hall. Why a uniform on the boy scouts? drill? Why unquestioning obedience and blind patriotism to a Daugherty Injunction government? Why such liberal contributions from the bosses to the boy scouts? Ask yourself these questions, worker. A LAUGH FOR THE CHILDREN s' ' Hera's a-calce roc:pe/n l cut from the a ~ paper." ffiak 1 «s?Z£ ■ -'ll