NOVEMBER 21: The Rescue
“A little girl named Fannie,” began daddy, “was walking across a city street carrying a very small black poodle dog in her arms.
“Suddenly the poodle dog, whose name was Gyp, saw another dog on the other side of the street. Evidently Gyp thought the other little dog would be nice to talk to, so he jumped with one bound out of Fannie’s arms.
“Fannie gave a scream of horror, at which the policeman, standing near, flew to the rescue. Had he been a minute later the little dog would have been struck by a street car.
“‘Oh, you’ve rescued my little dog!’ Fannie cried. ‘You are so brave and wonderful!’
“Gyp, who had been very much frightened at his narrow escape, was breathing little short, quick breaths from the fear of a moment before.
“But at the same time his little tail was wagging for all it was worth, as he wanted to show the big policeman how much he thanked him, for he knew the policeman had saved his little dog life.”