Not His Property

Hostetter McGinnis strolled into a fashiouable Ilarlem church just before the service began. The sexton followed him up and, tapping him on the shoulder and pointing to a small cur that had followed him into the sacred edifice, said: "Dogs are not admitted." "Thafs not my dog-," responded líostetter. "But he follovvs you." "Well, so do you, and you are not my property." The sexton growled and removed the animal with unnecessary force. - Alex Sweet, in Texas Siftings.