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Volume 22 January, 1924 Number 10 

Our Fourfooted Friends 

and How We Treat Them 


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New Pear’s Number 


1—Taken July 29 in Mr. Spencer’s Camp, 2—Taken by Mr. Spencer two months later 
three days after he took her from the League. in her Brookline home. 

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He, perhaps, shows the greatest wisdom in 
matters of conduct who, declining to pin his 
virtuous resolutions to the artificial restrictions 
of a calendar, has the enduring determination to 
begin a new year with every new day.—Hunting- 
ton Smith. 

The task of the present 
Be sure to fulfil; 
If irksome or pleasant, 
Be true to it still. 
—Thomas Hill. 

We wish we were better, and we sit still and 
think there is something in the very wish. But 
there is no virtue in the wish; on the contrary 
every good thought and desire that we do not 
endeavor to translate into action is a sin.—From 
The Message of Man. 

The best portion of a good man’s life,—his 
little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness 
and of love.—Wordsworth. 

“Do good as ye can find opportunity,” but 
seek for opportunities—do not wait for them to 
come to you.—A. H. 8. 

Every good act is charity. Giving water to 
the thirsty is charity. Removing stones and 
thorns from the road is charity. Exhorting your 
fellow men to virtuous deeds is charity. Smiling 
in your brother’s face is charity. Putting a 
wanderer in the right path is charity. A man’s 
true wealth is the good he does in this world. 
When he dies, mortals will ask what property 
has he left behind him; but angels will enquire, 
‘“What good deeds hast thou sent before thee?” 

Thomas & Kempis wrote: ‘‘If every year we 
should conquer one vice we should sooner become 
perfect men.” 

Feed the Hungry 

There is an old saying, something to this effect: 
“Tf the coat fits, put it on.”’ So I ask you to 
read this letter and see if the coat fits you. 

Feed the hungry! Not simply feed yourself— 
and this is about all that many people do,—but 
feed as you can find opportunity every living 
creature that is hungry, and give them water to 
drink—so shall you be fed, and blest, and have a 
happy New Year. 

There is no happiness in selfishness. No one is 
too poor, or too busy, to feed the hungry. If you 
can help poor and hungry men, women and 
children, so much the better, but even so, you 
are not altogether kind if you omit the hungry 
mouths in your back yard or in the streets and 

However poor you are you can feed the birds. 
I know a woman so poor that she can barely 
afford to buy a cup of coffee or tea and a corn 
muffin for her breakfast, yet she told me that she 
carries a few crumbs that she gathers up from her 
scanty meals to the Common every day and sits 
for a moment or two on a bench and watches 
with pleasure the sparrows that fly down from the 
trees to hastily snatch the crumbs before the 
pigeons arrive. 

‘““Not a sparrow falleth to the ground without 
your Heavenly Father”? does not apply only to 
the song sparrow. 

When I think of this woman, who is growing 
old and feeble and is living in one little room in a 
tenement house, gathering up her very limited 
store of crumbs and finding pleasure in her lonely 
life because she can give a little comfort to the 

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hungry birds, and can pick up and bring to the 
Animal Rescue League the starving cats and 
kittens she sees in her neighborhood, and then 
contrast her with women who have every com- 
fort in life and never really put themselves out, or 
sacrifice their own pleasure, for any suffering 
creature, I wonder, when they enter the next 
stage of their existence, how they will feel when 
the Master says to the one: “‘I was hungry, and 
ye fed me. Come, ye blessed of my 
Father, inherit the Kingdom prepared for you” 
(Matt. 25: 34-45), and t6 the other:. “I was 
hungry and ye fed me not. Depart from me. 
Inasmuch as ye did it not unto one of 
the least of these, ye did it not unto me.” 

It is such a little thing to gather up the crumbs. 
I know a child of about twelve—and I am proud 
of her acquaintance—who saves the crumbs from 
her mother’s table until she has a boxful, then 
brings them to me to feed the English sparrows 
and pigeons that come to my winter home, where 
I also have a little bird pool in the garden back of 
the house. She was not asked to do this. She 
did it of her own accord. 

You do not like English sparrows, or pigeons, 
or stray cats? 

No one likes thieves or drunkards or lazy peo- 
ple who won’t work, yet we do not let them starve. 

The cities and states are paying great sums of 
money to feed and shelter perfectly useless and 
criminal people. We think this is all right, but 
the cities and states make no provision for starving 
animals and birds, this must be done by private 
charity, yet they deserve help and kind care. 
They have not brought their troubles on them- 
selves, and it is every one’s duty to do something 
to lessen their suffering, and to provide for their 
needs. No one is too poor to do a little, and 
every little helps. 

So let us all start out this new year with the 
resolution to help lessen the suffering right 
about us—at our own door. 

No matter whether we like or do not like 
the stray cats and dogs or English sparrows and 
pigeons, all the more credit it is to anyone who 
feels the woes of every living creature, and for 
duty’s sake tries to lessen the great burden of 
suffering that exists in this world. 

Be kind for kindness’s sake—for the world’s 

sake. Kindness spreads. Anyone who cultivates 
the spirit of kindness and of charity is helping to 
bring to this earth the Kingdom of Heaven. 

Of what use is it to pray ‘“‘Thy Kingdom come, 
on earth,” if we are not doing our best to bring 
this about? That Kingdom is Love, and we can 
never enter it ourselves if we have not cultivated 
the spirit of love and pity to all our fellow crea- 
tures.—A. H. 8. 

From ‘‘Anna Malann”’ 

A mist clouded her soft brown eyes as they 
met mine for an instant and then turned quickly 
away. ‘It’s dreadful,’ she said, in a low, 
hushed tone—‘‘ dreadful.” “It’s wicked, I know, 
to say so, but—I couldn’t be happy up there and 
them outside. Me and all the real folks, that’s 
had everything in this world—rights, and laws 
to protect their rights, and—and—souls—us all 
inside heaven, and them that’s been put upon 
and worried and tortur’d all their days, them 
outside of it all, oh, I couldn’t stand it—I know 
I couldn’t! So—well—maybe I sha’n’t be there 
myself.””’ She went on hurriedly, as if in response 
to some expression she thought my face might 

“Not that ’'m giving up my religion. That’s 
a sight of comfort to me—mor’n anything else, I 
guess. But, you see, folks generally are so busy 
saving their own souls and other people’s—hea- 
thens and all—they can’t attend to righting the awful 
wrongs done to creatures, and it’s nat’ral, I know. 
But I’ve got a leaning that way, and I’m so made 
I seem to know how to help animals and coax 
folks to be good to them. So I just tell God right 
out all about it—that I feel I must give up my whole 
life, day in and day out, to helping and comforting 
these creaturs He’s made, and made so like folks 
in everything but just not having souls. And I 
tell Him—she spoke softly and reverently—lI tell 
Him I love Him and want to serve Him, and I’m on 
His side, and will be to my dying day. 

But I’ve got such a terrible aching and burn- 
ing over the things done to these creaturs that 
I can’t attend to the other things folks tell me 
is the highest, most important ones. I haven’t 
got time for all the meetings—the sewing 
society and missionary concerts and temperance 

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meetings and teachers’ meetings and the anti- 
smoking society, and all those stated means, as 
they callthem. I’m drove day and night, looking 
up suffering creaturs, fetching home them that’s 
lost, nursing the sick, chirking up the lonesome 
and homesick. Why, you wouldn’t believe how 
full my hands be. And so I tell Him plain, but 
humble and respectful, that if He thinks best to 
say, because I gin up the work and duty of 
a professor, I must give up the rewards too, 
why, I’ve nothing to say. He knows best, under- 
standing the whole case, and I know He’ll do 
right. So Ijust go on with what I’ve got to do 
for these poor things as if I was just one of 
them, soul-lacking and all. And they think I 

Hodge, the Cat 

Burly and big, his books among, 
Good Samuel Johnson sat, 
With frowning brows and-wig askew, 
His snuff-strewn waistcoat far from new; 
So stern and menacing his air 
That neither “Black Sam’’ nor the maid 
To knock or interrupt him dare— 
Yet close beside him, unafraid, 
Sat Hodge, the cat. 

“This participle,” the Doctor wrote, 

‘The modern scholar cavils at, 
But’’—even as he penned the word 
A soft protesting note was heard. 

The Dictionary was laid down— 
The Doctor tied his vast cravat, 
And down the buzzing street he strode, 
Taking an often-trodden road, 
And halted at a well-known stall: 
‘“Fishmonger,”’ spoke the Doctor, gruff, 
“Give me six oysters—that is all; 
Hodge knows when he has had enough— 
Hodge is my cat.” 

Then home; Puss dined, and while in sleep 
He chased a visionary rat, 
His master sat him down again, 
Rewrote his page, renibbed his pen; 
Kach “I” was dotted, each ‘‘t”’ was crossed; 
He labored on for all to read, 
Nor deemed that time was waste or lost 
Spent in supplying the small need 
Of Hodge, the cat. 

That dear old Doctor; fierce of mien, 
Untidy, arbitrary, fat, 
What gentle thoughts his name enfold! 
So generous of his scanty gold, 
So quick to love, so hot to scorn, 
Kind to all sufferers under heaven— 
A tenderer despot ne’er was born; 
His big heart held a corner even 
For Hodge, the cat. 
—Susan Coolidge. 

Overcoming Difficulties 

(Written for OuR FourRFooTED FRIENDs) 

The Doctor fumbled with his pen, 
The dawning thought took wings and flew, 
The sound repeated came again— 
It was a faint reminding ‘‘ Mew!” 
From Hodge, the cat. 

“Poor Pussy!” said the learned man, 
Giving the glossy fur a pat, 
“It is your dinner time, I know, 
And—well, perhaps I ought to go; 
For if Sam every day were sent 
Off from his work your fish to buy, 
Why—men are men—he might resent, 
And starve or kick you on the sly— 
Kh! Hodge, my cat?” 

Humane workers have never found the cause 
of our fourfooted friends a “‘bed of roses.” In 
the case of a great organization like the Animal 
Rescue League, one of the titles that could well 
be ascribed to the good men and women carrying 
on the work for the amelioration of the condition 
of-our animal friends is that of ‘‘overcomer.”’ 
Were there no obstacles in the way, no indifferent 
and misunderstanding forces to contend with, no 
financial mountains to climb, the cause would 
hardly be a worth-while one. In every line of 
human endeavor there are obstacles to meet and 
difficulties to overcome. 

Some day it is to be hoped there will be a 
branch of the Animal Rescue League in every 

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large city in Massachusetts. The good souls 
guiding the destinies of the League are ambitious 
for such a scheme, and while all of us now living 
can hardly hope to live to-see that blessed day 
come, yet we can feel that it surely will sometime. 
If everybody only puts his and her hand to the 
plow, and, with firm faith in Almighty God, by 
cheerful, persistent effort, ‘‘things will come to 

One afternoon while at the League, Dr. Sulli- 
van, who for twenty-three years has labored 
faithfully to alleviate pain and suffering among 
our fourfooted friends, pointed out to me a good 
lady who journeys in from an outlying city with 
stray cats and, no matter how often she comes, 
always leaves a donation to help the League 
“carry on.” That is the sort of sacrifice that 

We are kept in this world for Service, and who 
can think of a greater thing than being of real 
service to God’s dumb fellow creatures? Good 
men and women are making sacrifices for the 
Animal Rescue League every day, and they are 
sacrifices that count! 

We are not here to play, to dream, to drift! 
We have hard work to do and loads to lift; 
We'll not shun the struggle, we’ll face it, 
’Tis God’s gift! 

Say not the days are evil. _Who’s to blame? 
And fold the hand and acquiesce—O! shame; 
We'll stand up, speak out, and bravely in God’s 

name! } 
It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong; 
How hard the battle goes—the day how long; 
Faint not! Fight on! Tomorrow comes the 


—Eugene Bertram Willard. 

The Annual Business Meeting of the Animal 
Rescue League will be held Tuesday, February 
5, at Unity Hall; Park Sq., at 2.30 P.M.. At 3 
P.M. the meeting will be open to the public. | 

Mayor Curley has promised to come and say 
a few words for our encouragement if his en- 
gagements do not take him out of the city on 
that date. We expect other speakers. 

. Cruel ‘‘Bob and Bill’’ Films 

It has been a source of great pleasure to me to 
get after two boys dressed as “‘ Boy Scouts” doing 
their vicious acts under the “ Bob and Bill” series 
which were being shown every week in the thea- 
tres. These boys gave in detail the setting of 
steel traps, placing them directly in front of the 
only exit to the little homes, animals going away 
merrily and to bed for the night—next shown was 
the little creature coming out of its home for food 
only to be caught in this vicious trap—more 
pictures of its struggles, and the delighted finding 
by the boys of their prey, and a disgusting and 
cruel killing absolutely without heart or con- 
science. These pictures brought out expressions 
of horror on all sides. I took the matter up with 
the owner of three theatres, and he said their 
only guide was ‘‘The Board of Censors,” but he 
said he would promise me never to show this 
series again, and he has kept his word. I went 
still further with my complaints, making the 
statement in my complaint against these pictures 
that they were directly opposed to the work done 
by the humane society and “The Boy Scouts,” 
only to learn to my horror that these very pictures 
were submitted to ‘‘The Boy Scouts Organiza- 
tion,’ and they placed their seal of approval 
upon them followed by the Board of Censors. I 
evidently do not understand the mission of ‘‘ The 
Boy Scouts.”’ I was under the impression it was 
to teach boys to be kind to the helpless and to 
appreciate all that goes to make fine men. I 
could never faney a fine boy or man taking such 
an advantage of any living creature as these two 
boys, which their film work portrayed. 

Do not express your disapproval of cruelty in 
film work by remaining away. Go by all means 
and complain. ‘‘The Motion Picture Producers 
and Distributors of America, Inc.,’’ 522 Fifth 
Avenue, New York, are not in the business to 
displease the public and the public can do a lot of 
good work, I believe, if they will make these peo- 
ple understand that cruelty to animals is not a 
form of entertainment desired. To those in- 
terested the “Bob and Bill” series as shown 
originally has been withdrawn and will not ap- 
pear again—so complaints, if enough reach the 
Producers, will help one little helpless friend.— 
EK. S. H., in the Humane Review. 



Good Resolutions 

“Talking of good resolutions for the New 
Year,” said Max, the white English Setter, sitting 
up very straight and dignified just outside Mrs. 
Prescott’s back door, and looking down on Barry, 
the big St. Bernard, who was lying at the foot of 
the door step where anybody who wished to go 
in or out the door must take a long step to get 
over him,— ‘Talking, I say,’ he repeated 
more loudly, for Barry had closed his eyes and 
appeared to be going to sleep, ‘‘of good resolu- 
tions, I don’t believe Billy Bouncer ever made a 
good resolution in his life.” 

‘“What’s the use of good resolutions?” grum- 
bled Barry, who did not like being disturbed when 
he was napping, ‘‘if you make them and break 
them the next day, as you did?”’ 

“What do you mean?” asked Max indignantly. 

“Oh, youknow! You told us all to make good 
resolutions New Year’s Eve, and you said you 
couldn’t think of anything you ever did wrong 
yourself excepting to chase Tommy, and the very 
next day didn’t I see you chase Tommy up a 

“You didn’t notice, I suppose, that Tommy 
came up from the cellar and asked me to chase 
him. He wanted a run, and when he looked at 
me and started on a run I knew he expected me to 
chase him, so I did.” 

“Very good excuse,” said Barry, “but I don’t 
think you’d better talk about Billy Bouncer. 
He hasn’t made any good_resolutions, but he has 
stopped chasing Tommy, and I notice lately that 
he and Tommy sit almost side by side in the 
cellar watching the same rat hole.” 


“Much good may it do them,” said another 
voice, and Teddy, the Irish terrier, sat himself 
down near Barry. ‘“‘I have had my eye on that 
old rat ever since I came here to live, and he 
never will poke anything but the tip of his nose 
out of his hole when any good dog is around. 
He won’t even give us a chance for a run.” 

“You are another,’ said Max, looking at 
Teddy. ‘You broke your good resolution in a 
hurry. The very first car that came up the 
driveway had to stop for fear of running over 
you, and you said New Year’s Eve you were go- 
ing to keep out of the driveway when a car came 

“So did you,” said*Teddy. ‘‘ You are just as 
bad as I am about getting in the way when 
visitors are coming. Some people won’t drive up 
to the barn, I’m told, because they say we run in 
front of their cars and make them nervous.”’ 

“Tve reformed,” said Max. 

‘““You say so now,” said Barry, “but we’ll see 
when the next car comes.” 

“T was talking about Billy Bouncer,” said Max 
with dignity. ‘‘It is six years since I came to 
this home and I’ve seen a number of dogs here in 
that time. There were Basil and Fluffy and | 
Fido. They slept as we do in the barn and 
visited here in the house when they felt like it. 
Then up at the Bungalow there have been Davie 
Lindsay and Peter. They are all down in the 
cemetery now waiting, the Missie says, I don’t 
know for what, or why,—but they have been put 
there to sleep, for they were sick and feeble and 
wanted rest. Last of all comes Billy Bouncer. 
He is the worst behaved dog we ever had on the ~ 
place. Look at him now!” 

Looking off in the orchard there could be seen 
a black object moving so fast it was impossible to 
tell what it was. 

“He is running as if something was after him,” 
said Barry. 

“Tt is he that is after a squirrel,” said Teddy. 

“He never catches one, and never will, there 
are too many trees for them to run up, but he 
never loses a chance to chase one,” said Barry. 

“Well,” said Max, smiling a little to himself, 
“T cannot say I blame him for that. When I 
was younger I used to love to chase squirrels my- 
self. It was one of my few amusements, and I 

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used to sit at the foot of the tree and bark at 
them until sometimes the Missie would run out of 
the Bungalow and get me by the collar and drag 
me away from the tree. She said it was too bad 
to frighten the poor little squirrels when they were 
so happy running about in the trees!” 

‘I suppose it is,’ said Teddy, “but I never 
thought about it in that way. All dogs like to 
have a good run, and we don’t always think about 
what we are chasing. I don’t suppose anything 
likes to be chased.” 

‘“‘T heard the Missie say that the best resolu- 
tion anyone could make was not to do to any- 
body, no matter who it is, anything we would not 
like to have done to us,” said Max, ‘‘and I think 
she is right. I don’t like to think of the way I 
was treated before I got the courage to run away. 
Then some man found me running on the streets, 
half-starved, and carried me to the place we have 
for homeless dogs and cats in the city, where our 
Missie goes every day, and she saw me there, and 
said she wanted me out here. Since then I have 
been very happy, excepting when the Missie 
takes too much notice of Billy Bouncer or you, 
Mr. Barry, then I don’t feel as happy.” 

“T have heard the Missie say,’ remarked 
Barry, “that you are a very jealous dog.” 

“T heard her say that I am very sensztive, and 
that she didn’t want my feelings hurt,’’ answered 
Max. “Yet every time you get a chance you 
push yourself in between us.” 

‘Don’t quarrel,’ said Teddy. ‘‘ Nothing is 
worth quarreling about. You'll notice I never 
quarrel even about a bone.” 

‘“‘T never quarrel either,” said Barry; ‘‘all the 
snarling and scolding is done by Max and Billy 

Just then a black streak came flying across the 
driveway. The Solitary Hen ran behind a bush. 
Tommy, who was just coming up through the 
bulkhead door, turned and ran down cellar again, 
and Billy Bouncer leaped down after him, bark- 
ing wildly. 

‘“‘T saw a mouse run into the cellar!” Billy 
cried, “and I’m going to catch him.” 

“You can’t,” said Teddy, ‘“‘for Tommy has got 

“That’s always the way,” said Billy, coming 
slowly_up through the bulkhead. ‘That cat is 



always trying to get ahead of me. But I did 
catch a mouse in the kitchen one night, and Mr. 
Prescott said I was a good dog.” 

‘“‘T caught a mouse in the barn,’ 
opening one eye sleepily. 

Max burst out in a scornful bark. ‘You 
caught a mouse! A big dog like you ought to 
catch a rat, not a little mouse. I’d be ashamed to 
tell of it.” 

While the dogs were talking Mrs. Baa-baa and 
her daughter Bessie had strolled up from the 

“Tt’s time for us to be making our way up to 
the barn,” said Mrs. Baa-baa, ‘‘and I’ll thank 
you, Mr. Billy Bouncer, not to chase my baby.” 

“Baby!” answered Billy, ‘‘she’s as big as you 
are, and I shan’t chase her if she doesn’t run. I 
never chase the Solitary Hen. She likes me, but 
you and your sister, Mrs. Wooley and her daugh- 
ter Charline, are always expecting me to run a 
race with those great fat lambs, so sometimes I 
do, and its good for them, they are too fat!”’ 

“Don’t you know,” continued Billy Bouncer, 
“that everything needs exercise? If dogs can’t 
get a good run every day they get cross and sick, 
and I’m sure all animals need exercise about as 
much as they do food.” 

“How would you like it if you didn’t get 
elther?”’ asked Barry. ‘‘I could tell you a story 
of what I suffered before I came here that ought 
to move you to tears,—but I don’t suppose it 
would.” , 

“Tell it to us while we are waiting for our sup- 
per. We’d like to hear it,” said Teddy politely. 


said Barry, 


‘“‘T suppose you wouldn’t be any the wiser if I 
told you that I am a real Alpine St. Bernard. 
The ancestor I was named after was a most 
remarkable dog. He lived up in the high moun- 
tains where there is snow all the year round, and 
he saved the lives of forty persons who were 
travelling over the mountains and got lost in the 
snow.” | 

“Now look here,” said Teddy, “that is a 
pretty big story!” 

“Tt’s true, all the same. A good man who 
lives there in the mountains teaches dogs just 
how to find these travellers that get lost, and take 
care of them. If I had staid in Italy I should 
have been an educated dog and saved somebody’s 
life, but I was taken away from my mother and 
carried off a long way, and put in a great big 
house that was on water and that never was still, 
but rocked and tossed me about so that I cried 
and cried for my mother; but I never saw her 
again. I was so sick and miserable I wanted to 
run away, but I was shut up in a sort of cage, and 
after a long time the house was still, and a strange 
man came and took me, in what he called a car, 
away from that dreadful house. The man did 
not seem glad to see me. He said his brother 
had sent me to him and that I was so big he had 
no place for me. He tied me up outside an old 
shed, and I was so unhappy I barked and barked 
all the time. Then one day another strange 
man came and looked at me, and I heard him say 

that it was too bad to keep me tied up, that the 

Missie heard me bark and sent him to buy me; 
then he gave the man who kept me tied up some- 
thing,—it looked like a little piece of paper, and I 
was unfastened, and the new man led me away. 

“T did not know where I was going—oh, how I 
wished I was going home!—but I was brought 
here to this home, which I like just as much as 
the home where I was born. Since I came here I 
. have always been free to run about as much as I 
like, and I have enough to eat and drink.” 

“T don’t see you running much, though,”’ 
interrupted Billy Bouncer, who, for a wonder, 
had been sitting quite still listening to Barry’s 

“T run when I feel like it,” said Barry, “but I 
don’t chase Tommy or Mrs. Baa-baa or Mrs. 
Wooley or the big lambs. I lie down quietly on 

the bank and when strangers come I tell the 
family. Everybody admires me. I am not as 
common as you Irish, and English and American 
dogs are.””. 

“This has nothing to do with good resolutions 
for the New Year,’’ said Max. 

“Which will all be broken,” said Teddy. 

“That is no reason why we shouldn’t try 
again,’ said Barry. ‘If we are good one day, 
even that is better than not to be good at all. 
Who says, ‘Try again?’”’ 

“I” barked Teddy. ‘And I,’ said Max. 
Billy Bouncer’s bright eyes glanced all around 
him. Tommy was just running into the cellar. 
Billy thought he saw a squirrel in the orchard 
jumping from tree to tree. He whined softly to 
himself, then, as the other dogs were all looking 
at him, he said, ‘‘I’ll keep on trying, every day, 
but it isn’t easy. If Mr. Tommy, who is hiding 
behind the cellar door grinning at me, whisks his 
tail in my face and runs I won’t promise I shan’t 
chase him; and if my Missie comes here in her car 
I shall probably forget myself and jump right 
through the window of her car if it’s open. And 
I won’t allow Max or Teddy to snatch my 

“That will do,” said Max; ‘‘you’re telling us 
the bad things you mean to do instead of the good 
things you ought to do. I don’t believe your 
New Year’s resolution will amount to much.”’ 

“We'll see,” said Billy Bouncer. ‘Perhaps 

Tl do better than you think. You’ve got enough 

to do looking after your own faults. I heard my 
Missie say that if we could cure ourselves of even 
one fault every year ’twas worth trying for,— 
Hi, hi, there’s that old rat running across the 
driveway. I didn’t promise I wouldn’t chase 

“Nor I,’ said Max and Teddy in one breath. 
The three dogs set out on a wild chase. Barry 
sat up and looked at Tommy and smiled. 7 

“Do you think they’U catch him?” he asked. 

“No; he’s just run under the henhouse,”’ 
answered .Tommy. “I knew he would, so I 
didn’t stir. I’m going in the house now to get 

- my supper.” 

Just then Mrs. Prescott appeared with three 
large pans of food for the three dogs. Billy 
Bouncer hurried into the kitchen, where he had 




his supper under the kitchen table side by side 
with Tommy. Mrs. Prescott went out again to 
feed the Solitary Hen, and peace reigned.— 
Ay HOS: 

In regard to the immortality of horses, many 
passages in the Bible would seem to favor it. 
‘Take, for instance, the following from 2d Kings, 
chapter 6th, verses 15, 16 and 17: 

‘And when the servant of the man of God was 
risen early and gone forth, behold an host encom- 
passed the city both with horses and chariots. 
And his servant said unto him, Alas, my master! 
how shall we do? . 

‘““And he answered, Fear not: for they that be 
with us are more than they that be with them. 

“And Elisha prayed, and said, Lord, I pray 
thee, open his eyes that he may see. And the 
Lord opened the eyes of the young man; and he 
saw: and behold the mountain was full of horses 
and chariots of fire round about Elisha.” 

Good News from Mexico 

English translation of article (in Spanish), which appeared 
in one of the daily papers of the city of Mexico, 
November 13, 1923 


At the end of the session of the Senate, yester- 
day afternoon, the members of this House 

heatedly discussed a theme of the day—The 
Suppression of Bull Fighting. 

This would be the end of the brave sport. 

We do not comprehend how such a subject 
could interest the Senators, for we judged it was 
not in their line, but they themselves have under- 
taken to explain it to us. 

There has been in the Senate for a considerable 
time, in portfolio, a report of the House of Repre- 
sentatives relative to the suppression of bull 
fighting and all that goes with the brave sport. 

The causes, for which we are to be deprived of 
the emotional spectacle of bull fighting, are not 
due to the taxes, nor to the demands of the star 
bull fighters, nor to the losses of the promoters 
(or managers), but to the House of Representa- 
tives, that almost unanimously showed them- 
selves adverse to the bulls and to the bull fighters. 

The Annual Convention of the Humane 
Association took place in New York City Oct. 
22 to 27. Dr. Stillman gave a most excellent 
address which was published in the Humane 
Review in November. It is really worth while 
to get a copy of that issue and read the address. 
We shall give extracts in the next number. 

Extracts from Miss Dore’s Letter About 
Her Attendance at the Humane 
Convention in New York 

I remained at the convention only through the 
animal part of it. The exercises were wonder- 
fully helpful and inspiring. One afternoon 96 
small foreign boys and 65 small foreign girls 
marched in bearing their banners and ascended 
the platform, and conducted a ‘ Kindness Club 
meeting,” as they do in their school. A little 
girl called the meeting to order, and one read the 
report of the last meeting. Then the little girl 
president called upon various ones to report the 
kind acts which they had done. One little girl 
arose and faced the audience and said, ‘‘ My chum 
and I go every night after school to visit a poor 
old lady who has lived sixty years in the same 
house in a poor part of the city. My chum runs 
errands for her and I stay and tidy up the house.’ 

10 OAR OC URE OO: Os int ta eletoNeL) a5 

A little boy next stood up and said, ‘As I was on 
my way to school, in passing an alley I heard a 
kitten crying pitifully. My chum and I searched 
for it and we found three small kittens tightly 
nailed into a box. We broke it open and took 
the kittens to the Animal Rescue Home, and then 
we went on to school feeling happy because we 
had done a good deed.’’ Others related similar 


During the month of December, the League 
has received and cared for 2031 cats, 637 dogs, 114 
horses, 21 birds and small animals. 

There have been 14 horses in our Home of 
Rest during the month; four donkeys and four 
sheep. We found good homes for 103 dogs and 
71 cats. 

A live owl was brought in from a city office on 
the third floor, where he had sought shelter. He 
was given to Mr. Winthrop Packard, who was 
going to take him to the woods near his house. 

The Fair at the Copley Plaza was generally 
declared to be most attractive, and it brought in a 
very welcome addition to our treasury, on which 
the summer work and the rebuilding has made a 
heavy demand. As soon as one Fair is over we 
begin to make our plans for the next. Only by 
working through the year for the Fair can it be 
made successful. We urge everyone who is 
interested in its success to keep it in mind and 
begin early to collect and make articles for the 

Miss Jordan, our agent in Lynn, deserves 
special praise for her zealous work. Lynn is a 
field that is ‘‘ white for the harvest.”’ In no city 
in this state is our work more needed. During 
the fall months, September to December, Miss 


Jordan has taken humane care of 1185 animals. 
We hoped to have a Lynn table at the Fair, but 
there were not enough interested women in Lynn 
to get up a table. Perhaps another year more 
interest will be shown. 


The frontispiece of this number shows a dog 
that was taken from an island in the harbor 
where she had been running wild for many days. 
She was a German police dog and we think 
jumped or fell from an outgoing steamer and 
swam to the island. The League was notified 
that she was on this island and would not be 
caught by campers on the island. 

In a previous number of Our FouRFooTEepD 
Frienps I told the story of her capture by our 
agent, Mr. Macdonald, who went to the island in 
a government boat for the purpose of getting the 
dog, and showed great patience and courage in 
the rescue. After the dog was at the League 
about a week she became very quiet and gentle, 
and we put her in an excellent home where her 
owner prizes her greatly. She was brought to 
the League recently to let us see her fine condi- 
tion, which is shown by the photographs her 
present owner gave us. 

Osea OU ReRO OF i De ena ENS Dis 11 

Our work in the rescue of old horses and horses 
unfit for work is especially good in the fall season. 
As will be observed in another column, Mr. 
MacDonald, our local agent, has got an unusu- 
ally large number of horses from sales stables, 
auction rooms, and private stables and sheds, 
this last month. 

We are also getting more horses than usual to 
put in our Home of Rest this winter. The little 
pony that we took care of last winter is probably 
coming back to us again this year, as his owner, 
a cab driver, cannot keep him during the winter 
and does not want to sell him. Another cab 
driver, who is not in good health, and who has a 
horse he has grown very fond of, has begged us 
to take care of that horse for him this winter, and 
we expect him to enter our Home of Rest any 

We find that these men whose horses we take 
care of are very fair minded and do not take 
advantage of us. If they feel able to pay us 
something when they take the horse this is used 
for others. If they cannot pay us regularly at 
the end of the season, they often give us some- 
thing to help the cost of feeding the horses. 

This young man, only son of our agent 
Mr. Macdonald, is beginning early to love 

Our agent, Mr. Macdonald, when visiting 
sales stables saw in different stables during the 
year, a young and good-looking horse put up for 
sale. Wondering why this horse was passed from 
one owner to another, he made inquiries and 
found that he had got the reputation of being so 
vicious that he was dangerous. When the man 
who owned him was talked with by our agent, 
he consented to have the horse killed, for the 
horse’s sake and for the safety of future pur-— 

Our work for horses is kept up diligently. 
During the month of November we purchased 
105 horses and put them out of their suffering, 
and many others were examined and the owners 
instructed what to do to improve their condition. 


One horse was seen on Washington Street, 
tossing his head as if he were in great distress. 
He was seen by one of our members, who is most 
active in the work for horses, and reported to the 
League. Our agent found him in a city cart. 
His feet were in such bad condition that his 
suffering from lameness, combined with a pretty 
severe case of the heaves, made it a mercy to put 
him out of the way. He was purchased for $7. 

Another similar case was seen in a truck on 
Bedford Street. The horse was shifting continu- 
ally from one front foot to the other, as if his feet 
hurt him very badly, which they very evidently 
did. When he was examined, he was found to be 
hopelessly lame, and was purchased for $7 and 
put humanely to death. 

A large dray wagon was passing through a 
street in the business part of the city. Fortu- 
nately, the name could be made out on the wagon 
and the horse reported. He was found to be ina 

~very bad condition and was purchased by our 

agent, as he could not have been got any other 

As I have said before, if we allow the owners or 
drivers to keep these horses until we put the cage 
into court, we are very apt to lose the horses, as 

tip © -UAR. “EO. UG: Rea): Denese eee 

before we can get around to the case, the drivers 
or owners have sold them to some of those horse 
dealers that are continually picking up old horses 
to send into the country. According to the laws 
of the state, we cannot take a horse away from an 
owner. We can only make the complaint and 
report him, and, if the owner claims that he is 
going to rest the horse and take care of him, we 
can do nothing—we are obliged to leave the horse 
in his hands. In eases of absolute cruelty we can 
interfere and have the man at once arrested, but 
these horses we find and purchase are often in 
such a condition that when the owners claim that 
they are going to take good care of them, we can- 
not take the horses away without paying a certain 
sum of money, and that is why we buy them. 

Sometimes when a horse is reported to our 
agent, it is quite difficult to locate him, but Mr. 
Macdonald is very persevering and searches the 
poorer stables in the city and suburbs where he 
knows horses are being let out by the day to 
pedlars and contractors; and he frequently ferrets 
out cases that seem almost hopeless. 

In the large file of reports that have been 
handed in by our horse agent, there is, of course, a 
sameness. Most of the horses where we purchase 
them and have them destroyed are cases of old 
age or incurable lameness, but many other reports 
in the file are of horses that had ill-fitting har- 
nesses that caused them great distress, or of 
horses that are simply tired out and need a rest. 
I could fill this page and many others with these 
reports on horses that have been helped by the 
harness being changed, or by the owners being 
forced to give them a rest, or where they are 
treated by our agent or our doctor for sore eyes 
or for lameness that can be cured. If we added 
the number of horses that are helped and still 
kept under observation, it would more than 
quadruple the number that we give. 

The report of our Christmas work for horses 
is not completed but will be presented in our 
next issue. AVE OS: 

A Fortunate Cat © 

The League received a call from a gentleman 
on Beacon Hill, November 14, to get a cat that 
had been badly injured. This cat had been — 
around his house, and sometimes had been let in, 
though it was supposed he might belong to some- 
one in the neighborhood. 

One day, when this kind man opened his door, 
he found the cat, lying on the threshold. There 
was a bad bruise on his leg and side—perhaps 
someone had thrown a stone or a brick at him, 
and he was intelligent enough to reason that if 
he could get to the house where kindness had been 
shown him he would be helped in his trouble. 

The man who had befriended him brought him 
to the League and he was put in the doctor’s care. 
He responded very quickly to the care he received. 
He ate with great relish, seeming to be very 
hungry and, though he could not use the wounded 
leg without pain, before long he was so far 
recovered that, when a kind and beautiful lady 
came to the League to get a cat for a household 
pet and companion, this handsome yellow cat, 
with his double paws, appealed both to her eyes 
and to her sympathies, and the cat’s chapter of 
misfortunes seemed to be ended. 

The last we saw of him he was being carried 
away to a luxurious home in a handsome limou- 


Margaret C. Starbuck 
During the month the following animals have 
been received: — 
Industrial School, North Bennett Street.. 78 
Neighborhood House, 79 Moore Street, 

Gain brid ete fii cere, cht tere 
Roxbury Station, 19 Lambert Ave....... 78 
Work Horse Relief Station, 109 Northamp- 

ton. Street. ii1:)..ccse ees ee eee 89 
East Boston, 341 Meridian Street ....... Da 
Sheldon Branch, West Lynn, Neptune 

Street's: onsen eee 333 
Pine Ridge, Dedham........ Des or cae ge 25 
Medfield. a7 2 "25 age aeereate aude 7 4 sete 9 


OFUS Ris O UU ReO7O eDe RDA oNe tis 13 



Our agent, Mr. Irwin, who goes about the 
country, finds much suffering among the farm 
animals. Some of it is due to ignorance; some to 
selfishness; some to downright cruelty; but in the 
end it all results in cruelty. 

Cows, calves, pigs, horses and sheep are kept 
without any attention to their comfort in broken- 
down sheds, on wet and muddy floors. Horses 
are turned out in the fields to die. Dogs and cats 
are starved, abused, unsheltered. Here are a 
few items from the latest weekly report we 
received recently that illustrate the melan- 
choly facts, all of which go to show the need 
of humane education in the school and from the 

Mr. Irwin, in his last report from the Cape, 
gives a pathetic account of an old horse turned 
out to die, which had been lying uncared for until 
he heard of it and went to Harwichport to attend 
_ tothe case. The horse, being too weak to get up, 
was mercifully put to rest by Mr. Irwin. 

In the same town he found a calf left out in a 
field uncared for and had it attended to. 

A number of homeless or deserted cats have 
been mercifully disposed of. 

This is the time of year for Mr. Irwin to go 
about amongst the farmers and see that they have 
their barns, sheds, and pigsties made comfort- 
able for the coming cold weather. Many of the 
places that he visits are among ignorant foreign- 
ers who need instruction. They are not always 
deliberately cruel and Mr. Irwin often succeeds 
in convincing them of the necessity for comfort- 

able quarters for their animals. He finds many of 
the animals kept out-of-doors wet and cold 
nights and persuades their owners to put them 
under cover. He finds horses lame and with 
sore places and obliges the owners to rest them 
until they are in the right condition for work. 

In one very wretched barn he recently found 
two cows, three calves, and three pigs. This 
barn had no windows and there was no comfort- 
able place fixed for any of these animals. Mr. 
Irwin told the man he would take him to court 
unless this barn was put in good order before he 
made his next visit. 

Many of these ignorant farmers do not know 
how to put an animal humanely to death, so 
when their horses are beyond work they turn 
them out to die unless Mr. Irwin happens to hear 
of it, when he goes to the place and puts the 
horse to death himself. He has had several such 
cases this fall. 

Cruelty is the worst of all vices. Cruelty is 
often ignorance—and that is where humane 
education is needed. Sometimes it comes 
through temper; often it comes through selfish- 

A man who once drove a hack told me how the 
horses were worked literally to death in a stable 
in Boston. 

It was a very busy stable. There was much 
night work. The proprietor sometimes worked 
the same horse day and night, barely giving him 
time for eating. This driver had seen horses 
actually drop on the floor from exhaustion. 
Men and women, in a hurry to catch trains, 
complained if the horse was not rushed to the 
station. Some women were as bad as the men. 
They had no mercy on the horse, and complained 
that he was “slow” and ‘‘lazy,’’ when he was so 
worn out with fatigue he could hardly crawl. 

The driver who told me this left that stable 
because the proprietor was so utterly indifferent 
to the suffering of the horses. This cruel pro- 
prietor told his drivers to “use the whip—the 
customers must be considered above everything 
else.” Horses of the kind he owned were cheap 
then, and he used them and the drivers he hired 
without mercy. 

14 OfUTR SB? OnU Roe): Orr heel eae eS 

We began our beach work in October. It will 
continue off and on until the snow comes. We 
now have a special car for our Lynn Branch and 
Mr. Bates reports that he has taken from Lynn, 
Revere, Nahant, Marblehead, Swampscott, 
which are the beaches covered by the Lynn 
Branch, 50 cats and one dog. He also reports 
that continuous work of the Lynn agent has 
considerably reduced the number of stray cats 
so that not nearly so many are found this year 
as usual. 

The work on the other beaches so far has 
brought in 315 cats, and 18 dogs, but this covers 
Nantasket, Houghs Neck, Wollaston, all the 
Weymouths, Quincy, Allerton, and Hull. If 
educated and intelligent families inhabited all 
these beach cottages we should not have so many 
deserted cats, for we find that humane education 
where it can be carried into families and schools 
makes a great difference with children and their 
mothers about the treatment of animals. 

A call came to the League to go to an apart- 
ment house to rescue a cat that had managed to 
get into a very inaccessible place between the 

walls, a story or more above the bell board in - 

the entrance hall. The owner of the property 
was telephoned to, and she was unwilling to have 
any boards removed so the cat could be rescued, 
until our agent told her if the poor creature were 
left there it would surely die (it had been there 
four or five days) and that the Board of Health 
would get after her. She finally consented, our 
agent succeeded in coaxing the cat down with 

meat after removing the bell board, and the res- 
cued cat was restored to its owner. It was a very 
beautiful cat. This is one of the many instances 
where the patience and perseverance of our men 
rescues animals from difficult situations. 

We had a-call from Readville Gardens which 
was so urgent that we felt we must attend to it 
at once. Someone had gone away from an 
isolated place and deserted seven cats. Our 
agent went there and brought four of them back 
with him. Neighbors whom he could trust and 
who had been feeding the cats were willing to 
také the other three. They also told him of an 
old shed which had been used as a barn where a 
man lived who was entirely indifferent to the 
comfort of the animals he kept. They said he 
had two dogs tied up there and had been away 
for three weeks. The dogs had been kept alive 
by what neighbors had given them. They said 
that the previous winter he had had one or two 
animals frozen to death on his place. We sent 
an agent immediately to look up this man. He 
found that the story had been exaggerated but 
the man had gone away and taken the dogs with 
him. There were no other animals on the place. 

A man was complained of in Watertown for ill- 
treating a sheep. He let the poor animal live 
with his heavy coat on all summer and just as 
cold weather came he sheared the sheep and 
left it out in the cold. Our agent went to see the 
man and insisted that this sheep should be kept 
under cover. 

‘We had a report from Wakefield that a man 
was keeping an aged and worn out horse that 
was also blind in one eye. Our agent visited this 
man and had the horse put to death. 

We have all sorts of complaints brought to us. 
A man living in Georgetown was putting out rat 
poison about his premises which was poisoning 
the cats and dogs in that vicinity Our agent 
went to see the man and got him to promise he 
would use traps for the rats and not put out any 
more poison. 

Another case from Beverly was sent us saying 
that someone was keeping hens and starving them. 
Our agent visited the owner and got a promise 
that the hens were to be properly cared for. 


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Keeps Them Healthy— 
Breath Sweet and Clean 

Cemetery for Small Animals 

at Pine Ridge, Dedham, Mass., under the management of 
the Animal Rescue League. The charge for privilege of burial 
in individual lots is from $12 up, according to location. 

The League now has a crematory where small animals 
can be cremated. The ashes are delivered to owners or buried 
at Pine Ridge. The charge for each cremation is $6. Arrange- 
ments for burials or cremations must be made at the head- 
quarters of the Animal Rescue League, 51 Carver Street, 
Boston. Telephone Beach 9250. 


Mrs. Nicholas Browne, Jr. 

CROFT REGIS (formerly The Park Pollard 

Experimental Farm) 
Washington and Gay Streets, Islington 
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If your dealer cannot supply you, 
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Service. Carriage and Motor Equipment. 

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Commended by the highest authorities. Now used by over thirty 
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For full particulars address 

The Animal Rescue League 
51 Carver Street 

Boston, Mass. 


16 OUR =F OURO; OP Des eRe Nes 

The Animal Rescue League 

A wholly independent organization, having no connec- 

Organized February 9, 1899 ‘ : a e 
ise with any other humane society in Massachusetts 

| Incorporated March 13, 1899 

Administration Building, Kennels, Infirmary, 
Receiving Station and Crematory — 
for Small Animals 


Branch Receiving Stations 

ROXBURYE.S cbu o eS ne Spr ters eee OF AMBERT A VENUE 
NortH Enp, Tener Sean shales woe sah 7 en 239 NortH BENNET STREDT 
SoutH END .. . ~ eee s)he) )~ «109 NortTHAMPTON STREET 
CAMBRIDGE, NeiGHEoRdoop aie Put Saas 79 Moore STREET 
DEDHAM eet Pee ae ae 2: a ae ae ee Ripe Home or Rest ror HorsEs 
HABE BOSTON, | 84s A) ar eee a bee S,, rete gn O04 | CI MRRIDIAN STRMIE 
WeTe NNO yeh fie nd oe ae ee eee 0 ae 4 NEPTUNE STREET 
Animals, recetved. ini 10220) ae ei trate inten ns ioe a aad eae ne Ore C I) 
Animals: brought-in DYI Visite ys 28s ics ete te et eee et eee 7,792 
Copies of humane literature distributed . . . . .°. . .. . «~~. 258,759 

are at work every week day collecting animals. 

Number of calls made in 1922 
Number of animals collected . : 
A Free Clinic for ‘Ant 
has been maintained for 21 years in charge of the League 

Dr. Frank J. Sullivan Dr. F. Holden Smith 
Number of: cases-ofsmall animals treated,in 1922] 2 -925.. .0 3 i, > 2 es fou 
Number of peddlers’ and cabmen’s horses treated, 1922 oe Sa Ari 500 
Number’of horses: humanely killed; 1922 =. 2: 22205 359 = Ea 713 
Number of horses given vacations .. . ; wae, Gah, eae ee — 40 

238 Pine Street, Dedham 

A farm of twenty-one acres, where horses belonging to owners 
who cannot afford to pay for board and care, are given vaca- 
tions of from two to six weeks and restored to condition for 
work, or humanely killed, also a few boarders received. 

238 Pine Street, Dedham 

Arrangements made for burials at 51 Carver Street 

For maintaining this work which is constantly increasing, and extends over a wide area into suburban towns and 
cities, the League, knowing it is a great public benefit from a sanitary as well as humane point of view, appeals for gifts, 
bequests and members, which are greatly needed. 

The Animal Rescue League . . . . . 51 Carver Street, Boston