Captain Snooker and brown Irish terrier
The men of Harlech. A newspaper for the Men of the 2nd battalion of the Welsh Regiment. February 1895
A tall, official looking man, with a pocket book in his hand, called upon our friend Snooker and observed: “I beg your pardon Captain Snooker, but I believe you possess a-ah, yes, a brown Irish terrier, with a white patch on his breast.” Visions of damages for “unlawful detention” burst upon Snooker and with great energy he replied: “Oh, no! Oh, dear, no! nothing of the kind. He is a poor stray brute who followed me to my Bungalow, but he does not belong to m e; indeed, I ’ve told my Butler to take him to the Bazaar Police Station several times.”
“Oh, indeed,” said the stranger, “ that is all right then, only my client Lieut. Spotbarred, accidently shot the dog this morning, and I came to compromise the matter, by offering you Rs. 50, but, of course, if he is not your dog—why, good morning.”