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"Now seals are too wise," Collins explained one day, in a sort of
extempore lecture to several of his apprentice trainers. "You've just
got to toss fish to them when they perform. If you don't, they won't,
and there's an end of it. But you can't depend on feeding dainties to
dogs, for instance, though you can make a young, untrained pig perform
creditably by means of a nursing bottle hidden up your sleeve."

"All you have to do is think it over. Do you think you can make those
greyhounds extend themselves with the promise of a bite of meat? It's
the whip that makes them extend.--Look over there at Billy Green. There
ain't another way to teach that dog that trick. You can't love her into
doing it. You can't pay her to do it. There's only one way, and that's
_make_ her."

Billy Green, at the moment, was training a tiny, nondescript, frizzly-
haired dog. Always, on the stage, he made a hit by drawing from his
pocket a tiny dog that would do this particular trick. The last one had
died from a wrenched back, and he was now breaking in a new one. He was
catching the little mite by the hind-legs and tossing it up in the air,
where, making a half-flip and descending head first, it was supposed to
alight with its forefeet on his hand and there balance itself, its hind
feet and body above it in the air. Again and again he stooped, caught
her hind-legs and flung her up into the half-turn. Almost frozen with
fear, she vainly strove to effect the trick. Time after time, and every
time, she failed to make the balance. Sometimes she fell crumpled;
several times she all but struck the ground: and once, she did strike, on
her side and so hard as to knock the breath out of her. Her master,
taking advantage of the moment to wipe the sweat from his streaming face,
nudged her about with his toe till she staggered weakly to her feet.

"The dog was never born that'd learn that trick for the promise of a bit
of meat," Collins went on. "Any more than was the dog ever born that'd
walk on its forelegs without having its hind-legs rapped up in the air
with the stick a thousand times. Yet you take that trick there. It's
always a winner, especially with the women--so cunning, you know, so
adorable cute, to be yanked out of its beloved master's pocket and to
have such trust and confidence in him as to allow herself to be tossed
around that way. Trust and confidence hell! He's put the fear of God
into her, that's wha