Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 54, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 March 1911 — IN REVOLVING DOORS [ARTICLE]

IN REVOLVING DOORS

MIGNONETTE GOT CAUGHT AND CAUSED TROUBLE. French Poodle, After Delaying Hurrying Crowd, Goes Round While Her Frightened Mistress Wails in Distress. She was trim and tailor-made from her fur turban to her Cuban heels* Mignonette waa ffuily and white and helpless. Mignonette was a French poodle. Mistress and poodle were in the lobby of the Times building at about eight o’clock the other night, theater time. The lobby was crowded. A purchase was made In the drug store in front, and then ■ Mignonette and her mistress started for the revolving doors which give into Broadway. A crowd of theatergoers, just up out of the subway, were heading for the same doors. Some passed through and then came the turn of Mignonette and her mistress. The poodle balked. “Come on, Cherie,” pleaded the woman. "Come on with mother.” Cherie took a look at the revolving doors, another at her mistress, and then sat down. A woman and a dog—even a little woman and a dog that is not large—can block a swinging door. Mignonette and her mistress blocked the Broadway door. Behind them grew a throng of eager folk on their way to a night’s amusement. Some of them didn’t have theater tickets and were in a hurry. Mignonette either didn’t know or didn’t care. She sat quietly, only whimpering as her mistress pleaded with her. Her mistress’ ears grew pink as muttered maledictions at the dog and a woman who would hold up a hurrying crowd reached them. Thß remarks drew indignant looks, but no haste, until the young woman’s embarrassment got the better of her. r Then there was a sudden tug at Mignonette’s leash. A whimper of surprise and dismay from the animal, and Mignonette was whisked Into one of the revolving compartments in tow of a very embarrassed young woman. Behind flocked a throng of disgruntled men and women who made tho swinging doors race around as they sped through them at a pace to which irritation lent speed. Then from the sidewalk sounded a scream. More cries followed it, and in the midst of them came a series of Staccato barks. “Oh, my Mignonette! She’ll be killed,” rang out the young woman’s voice. —" ■■..

“Well, she isn’t dead yet,” wheezed a fat man as he fairly sprang from, the revolving doors. “She was in there under my feet. Blast her!” And so Mignonette had been. That animal’s leash had caught, on the brass railing which protects the glass in each section of the door, and Mignonette, half out after her mistress, had been yanked back and carried around, another turn of the door. Finally a husky young man slipped through the door. Fresenly his loud exclamation joined the cries of the dog. “Confound the beast. He’s nipping my ankles!” shouted the enraged young man, and when the door swung round opposite the entrance Mignonette, yelping piteously, sped out. “Brute!” exclaimed the young woman, but the crowd only laughed; and they were laughing still when Mignonette’s mistress picked up the yelping dog and carried it off in a taxicab. — New York Times.