Dogs

That the canine population of Hanover, its peregrinations and divers adventures, are a notorious subterfuge to which this department has occasion to depart from time to time when it has no other message to give to the waiting world, we acknowledge . . . however, we today have a message. We were prepared, as one of the inescapable effects of the D-PR-SS-N, to accept with stoicism a depletion in the ranks of "our" dogs. Bravely and sadly we awaited the forlorn frolicking of the few left to sustain a glorious reputation. On the contrary, a new and much enlarged retinue has made its appearance in the last few days, gratifying us no end. It is obvious, however, that the old free spirit of harmony no longer prevails. Cliques have formed, old friendships, it is evident, are practically severed. It is above all symptomatic of the feeling of distrust. . . .

We also think it significant that the general complexion of the group has changed old distinct family bonds are no longer in evidence. We shall generously discharge all blame from the beasts by simply indicating Leap Year, and hinting that an anticipation thereof ought not be too much maligned.