#43 Memoirs of a Yellow Dog- O. Henry
It's O. Henry Friday. This short little tale begins with a disclaimer: “I don’t
suppose it will knock any of you people off your perch to read a contribution
of an animal.” And such as the title suggests, this is a small narrative told
from the perspective of a dog. Being an
O. Henry story, the dog of course, grew up in a cold-water flat in old New York
City.
I can imagine this story printed in the evening paper and
being read aloud after the Sunday meal to the whole family. I can imagine the following passage getting
big laughs:
“Say, gentle reader, id you ever have a 200 pound woman
breathing a flavor of Camembert cheese and Peau d’Espagne pick you up and
wallop her nose all over you, remarking all the time in an Emma Eames tone of voice:
‘oh, oo’s um oodlum, doodlum, woodlum, toodlum, bitsy-witsy, skoodlums?”
Notable Passage: “If men knew how woman pass the time when
they are alone, they’d never marry.”
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