UNITED STATES—The Master of late is given to a lot more tomfoolery now than in the pinnacle of his debauchery. Meanwhile, the Master broods over not wanting to take little DeVille, the Chihuahua, out for a walk. The little fellow stretches and yawns–that’s the sign, the temperature is right and he’s raring to go. Quite stupidly the Master has take-up a new vice: chewing gum. What first appeared to be dried chocolate sauce on the little dog’s white flank, was a scribble of the dread chewing gum.