The Evening World

NOW WATCH YOUR PET DOGS.

KEEPER McMAHON HAS GOT HIS EYES OPEN FOR 'EM.

Since the Mayorless City Isn't Running the Dog Pound Somebody Has Got to Profit by It—The Mongrels Can Go Free, for They Cost 40 Cents Apiece and Bring in Nothing at All.

If the City Chamberlain wants any money from John McMahon, keeper of the dog pound at One Hundred and Second street and East river, he will have to bring back that Mayor, or else see that some one is put in the Mayor's office who can put his John Hancock on the warrants which allow John to draw his money.

At present the veteran poodle destroyer is carrying on a little dog speculation of his own, without the aid of the city or the city's authority.

Old John McMahon knows a thing or two, and it would be strange, indeed, if he allowed such an opportunity as is now offered to pass unnoticed.

"Oh, well, the President of the Board of Aldermen will be around to-day, and then I will get some money," he said this morning. "But I don't care much now," he added. "I will get along well enough. You see I only pay 40 cents for each dog caught, and receive $3 for all redeemed.

"Now, if I figure it up right, $3 leaves a net profit of $2.60 on each of the pet dogs, and if the dog-catchers don't gobble up anything but pet dogs—ah, ha!" and John jumped up in the air, kicked his heels together three times, and landed with a hilarious whoop and a wide, sly smile.

"I could afford to pay more for the pet dogs, for you know a person will generally give the last cent to have his dear doggie back home again, and this is especially the case if the owner be a woman.

"Here comes a woman now who, although she is poor, as you can see, will be tickled to death to get off with only three dollars.

"We made a clean scoop this morning by drowning a hundred dogs, and I have already got in several fine specimens of thoroughbreds which will bring in a good profit.

"They say I have no money, do they? Well, just you look here."

John pulled out of each of four pockets a large wad of bills, and displayed several hundred dollars.

"Now, I am all right as long as the pet dogs are brought in, and I'll be blarsted if I take anything else until I get some money from the city. What is the use of my carrying on a losing game when I am boss exclusively of the whole shebang."

John's logic is indeed good, and all the pet dogs who read this article had better look out.

As for the mongrels and street dogs, they can go as crazy as a bedbug until the Mayor returns if they want to. They can roam around town unmolested by the dog-catchers.