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Volume 26 January, 1928 Number 10 

Our Fourfooted Friends 

and How Ve Treat Them 


Published Monthly 

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This is to wish you all a Happy New Year and 
to thank you for the help you have given us in 
our attempt to care for these helpless creatures 
that God has committed to our keeping. We 
who are called the higher animals are responsible 
for the suffering that is inflicted on the lower 
animals and are bound in every way we can to 
study their welfare. We get much comfort 
from them. When you drink milk and eat 
butter and eggs, and perhaps beef and lamb, ask 
yourself what you have done in return for the 
comforts these fourfooted animals have given 
you. If you have done nothing, then you are 
indeed ungrateful and do not deserve to reap 
the benefit of their services or their lives. 

A Prayer 

Grant me the strength to meet to-day 
Whatever burdens I must bear, 

Let me be cheerful when I may 
Not magnify my bit of care. 

Open my eyes that I may see 
The larger purpose of the plan, 

And when disaster threatens me, 
Lord, let me face it as a man. 

Let me have vision so that I 

May see beyond the doubt and dread 
Tomorrow’s smiling patch of sky, 

Let me not scorn the path I tread. 

Let me behold the finished task— 
Not now, but in the years to be; 
Grant me the faith and strength, I ask, 
To bear its hardships willingly. 

Lord, when I falter and am weak 
And difficulties bar my way, 

Hold up to me the goal I seek 
And let me see beyond today. 

Lord, let me find in toilsome care, 
And bitter service to be done, 
In petty failure and despair, 
The larger glory to be won. 

—Taken from a collection of clippings found in the 
papers of Huntington Smith. 


During the month of December the League re- 
ceived 2,893 cats, 1,311 dogs and 98 horses. We 
placed 113 dogs and 42 cats in good homes. 

The Annual Fair is over and our friends are 
asking us every day, ‘‘How much did you make?”’ 
Our bills come in so slowly that we are not able 
to tell the net proceeds yet. We know that 
we did not make the $12,000 we hoped to make. 
How near we have come to that we cannot tell. 
We got one new Active member, twenty-three 
Associate members, eight Junior members, and 
seven new subscribers to ‘Our Fourfooted 
Friends.”’ In our donation box for the Horses’ 
Christmas was put $84.15. 

As I have before said, the money we get for 
our special work for Christmas we spend for 
the horses in stables and on the streets that need 
our help, and to the drivers who have to stand 

_ around the market places Christmas Eve without 

any supper until they are chilled through we 
give coffee and doughnuts. The men have ex- 
pressed themselves as very grateful to us and we 
are sure the horses would also if they could speak. 

Our Horses’ Christmas is not an advertising 
matter. It is a practical charity. I have been 
around with the men myself to make sure of it. 
We find many an old family horse, probably 
sold to be replaced by an automobile, in sales 
stables, livery stables, and obscure barns, where 
we know they are not well fed or well cared for, 
and that is the kind we are trying to help. 

We had some articles left over from the Fair 
which we hoped we should sell. Among them 

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1. A large black lace mantilla, old but in 
perfect condition. 

2. An old-fashioned coach umbrella, more than 
acentury old. It was made to order in Liverpool 
for Elbridge Fisk of Beverly. The handle 
bears his name, and on it also the American 
Eagle is emblazoned with stars and _ stripes. 
The heavy whalebones insure safety to the bearer 
in any blizzard of such fury that he might be 
bourne aloft like a feather. 

3. A number of pieces of valuable jewelry, 
among which are chain and cross of smoky 
topaz; a very heavy gold chain with a large 
piece of opal quartz; a hand wrought gold chain 
with a number of fire opal beads; a large hand- 
some Roman cross about 250 years old on a 
chain over 200 years old; a gold cross set with 
pearls and an emerald on a gold chain, and 
numerous other pieces of jewelry such as rings, 
pins, stick pins, ete. 

4. A large clock in the form of a dragon con- 
taining Swiss clock movement said to be worth 
at least $75.00 for the works alone. This was 
donated by George Arliss, who also sent a large 
green French vase suitable for a base for a lamp. 

We should be glad if some one would pass on 
this list to wealthy friends who might be glad 
to please themselves and to please us by a pur- 
chase. The books that we have left over we 
send to the Lend-a-Hand Society. Some of the 
less expensive articles are sent to places where 
persons not able to buy presents can make use 
of them. 

As usual, our Fair was a pleasant occasion, 
but we missed several friends who have been 
earnest workers with us heretofore, but have gone 
from us either into other states or into the 
‘Better Land.”’ 

We published several new leaflets this fall 
which we shall be glad to send to school or Sunday 
school teachers. Two or three are Christmas 
stories, but they may interest the children, 
though Christmas is over. 

It is never too late to help us. It is difficult 
to tell when we need money the most. With 
nine Receiving Stations, every one of which is a 
little Animal Rescue League in itself, you can 
imagine we always need help, particularly as 
in these Stations there is not much local assis- 

tance given us, though we get many suffering 

Our agent went to investigate a complaint 
that a cat was kept out-of-doors all the time 
regardless of weather. It was found that there 
was a good bed for the cat in a store where he 
slept at night, he was well fed, and apparently 
well cared for in every way. 

A very curious accident happened to a cat. 
He caught his paw in a small opening in the floor 
of the house where he was kept and the owner 
could not release him. The cat was suffering 
very much. Mr. Caverly went to the house as 
soon as possible and by means of.a strong chisel 
he took with him released the cat in a few min- 
utes. He could hear the cat crying for a long 
time before he got into the house, he was in such 

A complaint came that two dogs were kept 
in a very small box and were unlicensed. They 
were both females of the police dog breed. The 
owner was told that she could not keep the dogs 
confined in that way and that she must have them 
licensed. ‘The police were notified and the matter 
attended to. 

Our agent went to investigate the case of a dog 
that was reported to be kept out-of-doors all 
the time without shelter. He found that the 
complaint was without reason, as the dog not 
only was not allowed to stay out all the time, 
only going out at intervals during the day, but 
there was a kennel in the yard where he could go 
in when he chose. The window of the woman 
who made the complaint overlooked the yard 
in such a way that she could not see the kennel, 
but when the matter was explained to her, her 
mind was at ease. 

A kennel near the Everett Station has been 
complained of repeatedly and we have sent our 
agent there again and again. At last we think 
the proprietor has been stirred up. We had a 
very sad case brought in about two weeks ago 
of a dog that was bought at this kennel for $5.00. 
It was too sad to relate and at once we deter- 

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mined we would keep a vigilant watch over this 
man and put a stop to his business unless there 
was a great improvement in conditions. 

The police reported that a large female German 
police dog was acting strangely and they wanted 
our help in securing the dog. A policeman came 
to the League, took one of our agents and Mr. 
Caverly, our emergency man, to City Hall. 
The dog was frothing at the mouth and was in a 
highly nervous state, but Mr. Caverly succeeded 
in catching her by the collar and she was brought 
to the League in our ambulance. She could not 
be helped, however, and died the next day. 

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A report came from the Jamaica Plain police 
that a saddle horse had been struck by an auto- 
mobile and badly injured. Mr. Caverly went 
to the place as quickly as possible, and finding 
the horse was fatally injured, without any loss 
of time put the animal to death. He found that 
he belonged to the Brookline Riding Club. 
Later in the day, the proprietor of the Club 
thanked the League, through. the police captain, 
for the prompt work that had been done. 

A complaint was sent in that a dog was badly 
treated in South Boston, but when our agent 
called the dog was asleep in a chair and seemed 
well cared for. 

Two Policemen 

I like pohcemen. When I was in London some 
years ago, I remember thinking what a wonder- 
fully fine looking lot of men the English Bobbys 
were. When I came back to my own country, 
I took a look around and thought we had an 
equally fine lot over here. 

One evening I was staying late at the office, 
as we had a good many extra things to do getting 
ready for our Annual Fair. Two policemen 
came in bringing a stray dog. They were not 
sure whether he had been hit by an auto or not, 
but said he was behaving rather strangely. 
They were a very polite pair of policemen. 
They said no one knew how much the force ap- 
preciated a place to which they could bring lost, 
and stray animals.—K. C. C. 

A Little Act Worthy Of Mention 

On November 25th a little lad came in to 
report two stray dogs that had been left out all 
night, one with a broken leg and the other he was 
sure could not live long. He said he had 
persuaded some one to stay with them while he 
came to the League and he was going back at 
once to stay with them himself until one of our 
men and the truck came to take the poor animals 

Our Visitor From Far-Off India 

The hands of the office clock almost touched 
twelve o’clock when the woman at the desk 
saw what appeared to be a whole crowd of people 
entering The League. Quite surprised, she asked 
if all were members of the same family, and 
learned that two branches of the same were 
represented. It seems they were in search of 
Cats—so to the Cattery they were marshalled. 
Their choice fell upon an all white pussy which 
they took away with them. There were a num- 
ber of well grown up young people, a nice pair 
of women, and a gentleman of swarthy skin 
with the whitest of white teeth. He told us he 
was born and had resided for many years in 
far-off India. He said, ‘‘ You know the cat is 
a sacred animal in India and they have hospitals 
for animals when they let human beings suffer 
without any help at all.” 

Two Boys and a Stray Dog 

"Twas a dark, rainy day in November when 
two little boys, bearing a badly frightened puppy 
in their arms, appeared at the door. They were 
very polite little boys, for they doffed their caps 
at once and stood quietly at my desk until I 
had time to hear their story. 

It seems that some children in their neighbor- 
hood had been abusing the little dog, and the 
mother of one of the boys paid the children a 
quarter to stop abusing the animal and then asked 
the lads to bring it to the League. We thanked 
them for their kindness and the trouble they took 
to bring the stray doggie here and we gave them 
some of our animal stories to read and take away 
with them, just as a small reward for a good deed 
done.—K. C. C. 

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Two Letters 

I felt so touched by the following two letters 
that I thought I would like others to read what 
these two poor women, in trouble and in almost 
destitution themselves, did for their lesser 
brothers and sisters that were in want and need. 

Wareham, Dec. 3, 1927. 

I sent a box of small articles to you yesterday 
for your sale. I am a poor old lady, 72 yrs. old, 
here at the Poor Farm. I love the animals and 
wish I could do what I would like to for the dear 
creatures. I have rheumatism, and am a shut- 
in. The bean bags are the best I could do. Get 
10c each for them. Children love them. I 
am not much good, have no one, no home, had 
to come here.—Mrs. A. W. 

City Hospital, Boston, Dec. 11, 1927. 

I inclose my ‘‘mite”’ (25 cents) for the Horses’ 
Christmas. Am sorry not to be able to do more, 
but I am in the hospital flat on my back. I was 
nearly killed over two weeks ago by a taxi 
driver on Huntington Avenue. Do not know 
how long I have to be here, so today I decided 
to send my bit. 

I wonder if you would be kind enough to send 
me several “Our Fourfooted Friends.” All I 
can do is read and write to kill time now I am 
over the worst of my suffering, and believe me, it 
has been torture beyond words. Whatever 
you send I will pass along, after I read them, to 
the Children’s Ward. 

I am not a member of the League, but I 
contribute regularly and I am always bringing 
cats there, but I decided this fall that I would 
become a member New Year’s, so when I get 
out of here I shall join.—EH. M. S. 

A Generous Friend of the League 

One Saturday an interested visitor took home 
with her a coal black kitten so plump it almost 
seemed as though it would burst. She also took 
a lovely smoke colored angora cat and was so 
pleased with her two new possessions that she 
left us a check for $25.00. 


Margaret C. Starbuck 

During the month the following animals have 
been received: 

Industrial School, North Bennet Street. . . 82 
Neighborhood House, 79 Moore Street, 

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Roxbury Station, 17 Lambert Avenue... . 90 
Work Horse Relief Station, 109 Northamp- 

PONAStrECt ie datetac ten eee ayn a eer earners 128 
East Boston, 341 Meridian Street....... 184 
Sheldon Branch, West Lynn, Neptune 

Street tv vat lite eens ie ee eee 570 
Pine Ridges Dediianiwascat eee 62 
Medfield: cats Arse ee ee 20 


Clinic Report for November, 1927 


Two boys employed by the Postal Telegraph 
Company came to the League one afternoon 
carrying a wet, muddy, mongrel dog that they 
had picked up in the gutter where someone 
apparently had left it after striking it with an 
automobile. Upon examination we found three 
broken legs, so of course the dog was immediately 
relieved of its suffering by putting it humanely 
to death. These boys made the remark that 
this was not their dog but that they could not 
bear to walk by the poor fellow and leave him 
lying in the gutter, broken and mangled. 

One very cold rainy day our agent climbed a 
high tree and brought down a female kitten that 
had been in the tree several hours. She was 

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thoroughly soaked and was shivering with cold 
but after a good feed of warm milk and meat 
we placed her in front of the electric heater that 
we use to dry dogs after bathing, and in a very 
few moments she was contentedly purring and 
dressing her fur and seemed none the worse off 
for her experience. 

A lady brought her young puppy to the Clinic 
with the report that it had just swallowed the 
baby’s stocking. We administered an emetic 
and were successful in getting the stocking, which 
was about 15 inches in length. The following 
day the same puppy was brought back to the 
Clinic, this time having swallowed a handkerchief. 
Again we were successful in getting the hand- 
kerchief and after giving some direct advice to 
the owner the puppy was returned home and 
we hope that he will not be permitted to play 
with any object that he might swallow as he did 
the stocking and handkerchief. 

Puppies very often in their play will pick 
up objects on the floor and swallow them, which 
oft times result in serious stomach disturbances. 

Of course each month we get a great many 
injured animals and it seems like repetition to 
talk about it but the last month we have had 4 
dogs brought in terribly mangled and another one 
with the eye torn from its head, all due to 
automobile accidents. Four of these accidents 
were caused by owners themselves, the other 
one by aneighbor. In all these cases the people 
said that they did not know the dog was near 
the automobile. It certainly behooves us all 
to know where our dog is before we start to drive 
away in our machines or to back out from the 
garage as all of these accidents happened on the 
owner’s property and not in the street. 

Sept. 23, 1927. 
The kitten I received from the Animal Rescue 
» League is eminently satisfactory, contented as 
no other kitten ever was, and growing by leaps 
and bounds. He now bears the cognomen of 
“Red.” Thanking you for your continued 
interest in a happy kitten, I am, sincerely, a 
friend of the Animal Rescue League.—C. A. C. 

From September 14 to November 4 our agent 
collected from the beaches the following number 
of animals: 

Dogs Cats Kittens 
Nantasket 8 112 
Quincy 3 31 
Atlantic iE 
No. Weymouth 1 
Hough’s Neck 6 3 
Norfolk Downs 1 


Mi! 154 3 

Some of the cases looked after by Mr. Irwin, 
our agent on the Cape: 

A dog was held in an old-fashioned trap with 
teeth for two or three days and was suffering 
agony when found by Mr. Irwin, who immediately 
put him to death. 

Mr. Irwin found a calf, a sheep, and a goat in 
a shed which was in very bad condition. He 
fixed it the best he could and told the owner he 
must dispose of the animals or provide a better 
place for them. 

Two pigs, a cow, and a horse were found in a 
small barn with a roof so leaky that when it 
rained the water came in badly. Mr. Irwin 
told the owner he must repair it and he will see 
that it is done. 

A very old horse was put to death; also three 
dogs, four puppies, and five cats, that had been de- 
serted and left to suffer until death released them. 

Dear Mrs. Smith: I would set down a few 
memoranda that are betwixt love and praise of 
our little cocker spaniel, Dante II. I have often 
wondered about Dante I, another cocker, as I sort 
of scratched my head and chose this name for 
registration, and found he had a namesake. Well. 
to go on. Dante has an armchair which he 
monopolizes and considers his without question. 
He will try others, but knows full well when he is 
in the wrong place. We think he was badly 
frightened when shipped as a puppy, since he 
jumps at noises and is highly sensitive. He is 
also decidedly comical in his individuality, mak- 
ing friends seldom outside the family. His 

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senses are most acute and he delights in guarding 
the house, and raises quite a fuss over anyone at 
the door, except those belonging to the house, 
and will often bark till his mistress says, ‘‘It is 
all right.”’ However, any person visiting is at 
once accepted by him. Dante II loves to motor 
and sits proudly on the front seat, and not only 
teases to go but makes elaborate preparations for 
doing so. He will sit in what we term ‘‘the 
barber chair” and have his hair brushed, his 
silky ears combed, and his face washed, and ex- 
pects also a ribbon tied on his collar, till it would 
seem he was rather vain. At least, he knows 
when we say, ‘‘ Dante is all ready,” or ‘‘ Doesn’t 
he look nice?” His disposition is that of a 
thoroughbred, and never have we known him to 
snap or show anger toward those he loves. 
Although he likes to frolic with other dogs in the 
yard, he doesn’t choose to have them on his 
piazza or too familiar, being very jealous and 
solicitous of all our attention. 

We have a splendid tiger cat, who, from the 
first, showed the utmost chivalry toward the dog. 
What is more, the dog always respects the cat’s 
dish and never disturbs his eating, but immedi- 
ately he is done, he will investigate to see if there 
are afew bits. They also greet one another often 
at the door with noses together, a purr and a lap, 
and seem to appreciate each other’s presence. 
They play together, too; the dog sometimes a 
little heavily, with an overly amount of pushing 
and mauling, but the cat will at times encourage 
play with his paws or by arace. Never have we 
seen the cat maliciously strike at the dog’s eyes, 
yet Dante fears for his face and will back around 

and pretend to sit, but not quite on the cat. 
All these things show the instinct of both. 

Dante will go to the door if “go” or ‘‘walk”’ 
are heard, and knows the different meals, and 
likes to be honored by a chair. Milk, meat, 
cookies, candy, bone, and other words are recog- 
nized. As quick as the light goes out he will 
start for his bed. The mailman is looked for 
by him and he will always go out and bring in 
the paper. When we change our clothes, or 
make any pretense to go anywhere, Dante be- 
comes very much excited, and will go from room 
to room, watching preparations, and is not 
content till we are all ready. He is cute, indeed, 
when he sits up or gives his paw, a form of beg- 
ging for what he desires. In the morning he 
waits till his master is up, and won’t go out till 
he goes, which means a tramp. His toys are an 
old stocking, to pull a tug-of-war with; a ball, 
and he is quite a proficient player. He will 
bring shoes, and knows there are two. Quite 
often he sits at the window and observes, and 
several names of people are familiar to him, as 
well as Peter, Buster, and Major, three dogs in 
the neighborhood. Every day he has a certain 
little program that I daresay he follows, and 
looks forward to, and is extremely active and 
happy, and a joy to all.—N. L. 

A Mourning Dog 

Lebanon, Va., Sept. 11—The devotion shown 
by Jack, a pointer bird dog, for his brother Mike, 
now dead nine months, has. become throughout 
Southwest Virginia a classic story of a dog whose 
intelligence is almost that of a man’s. Jack and 
Mike were born August 20, 1923. 

Mike died December 1, 1926, when a sharp 
chicken bone punctured his stomach. Jack was 
present with his head hanging low at the burial in 
a field nearby. Since then, every day, for nine 
months now, Jack has gone to Mike’s grave. 
He has to be called in to eat and to sleep in his 
kennel, but each morning and after every meal he 
returns to the grave—mourning for Mike.— 
Buffalo Courier Express. 

Can you not get one new member or one 
subscriber for this magazine to begin with the 
new Year? 

8 OUR) CBO CURR EO) ais iD ieee Lata ars 

Gruff and Glum 

“Tell us a story, Uncle John, one of your. 

real splendid stories,’ said Percy Leavitt one 
winter evening to his uncle, who had just 
come for a short visit to his brother’s house. 

Uncle John looked thoughtfully down at the 
bright upturned faces of Percy and two of 
his young companions who had come in for 
the evening, and after a moment’s pause he 
began :— 

I will tell you a true story about myself. 
It is one I have never told you. 

When I was a boy about your age, Percy, I 
was a thoughtless little chap. I often got into 
mischief, and I never stopped to think of any 

My special companions were five boys who 
lived near me, two of them my cousins. We 
went to school together, we played together, we 
got into trouble together and out of it to- 
gether, and I was their leader in everything. 

On our way to school we passed every day 
a small grocery store on a very respectable 
street, kept by a man named Prentiss, and we 
found it tormented him very much to have us 
stop and play in front of his store. He used 
to come out and drive us away and threaten 
to call the police, and this, with boyish per- 
versity, made us still more inclined to bother 
him. We named him old Gruff and Glum. 
We used sometimes to make errands in the 
store, and rush in all together, then stay as 
long as we could and make a great racket, 
until we were fairly driven out. Boys are very 
cruel sometimes in their thoughtless way, and 
make grown people a great deal more miser- 
able than they realize. 

One day we were running along to school 
and I said, ‘‘Come, boys, I’ve got ten cents; 
let’s go into old Gruff and Glum’s and get 
some peanuts and racket around, and see how 
mad he’ll look.” 

Of course all the boys were ready for that, 
and in we rushed like a tornado, one whis- 
thing, another singing, and all stamping nois- 
ily. Mr. Prentiss waited on me as quickly as 
possible, and then began to hurry us out. 

“Come, get out of this as quick as you can, 
you noisy young rascals! You’re enough to 

drive a man crazy. I won’t have you make 
such a noise in my store. Get out, I say!” 

We ran out, shouting and laughing, and had 
almost got to the school-house when Tom 
Dolbeare discovered he had left his arithmetic 
at the store, and he hurried back as fast as 
possible to get it. When he got back to school 
the bell had rung and we were just taking our 
seats, but he made some mysterious signals to 
me, as if he had something strange to tell. At 
recess we gathered about him in a quiet corner » 
of the school yard and heard a most exciting 
story. Old Gruff and Glum, Tom declared, had 
a child shut up in the room back of the shop, 
for when he went back for the arithmetic he 
heard this child crying and screaming dreadfully, 
and old Gruff and Glum came out of the inner 
room, with his face as red as fire, and almost 
threw the arithmetic in Tom’s face. He looked 
so wild and angry, Tom said he was afraid of 
him, and ran out of the store as fast as possi- 

We listened to this strange story, as you 
may imagine, with eager interest, and very 
soon had it all settled in our minds that old 
Gruff and Glum hated boys so much that he 
had got one shut up where no one could inter- 
fere, and was keeping him a prisoner, and ill- 
treating him. We at once declared that this 
prisoner must be rescued, but the question was 
how to set about it. 

“Tl tell my father to go and take him away,”’ 
said Henry Greene, whose father was a lawyer. 

“No,” I said; ‘“‘we must find out all about 
it ourselves first, and I think it would be a 
great deal better if we could rescue him all 
alone, without any help.” 

The bell rang. Recess was over, and we 
had to go back to our desks, but I am afraid 
not one of us six boys did much studying the 
rest of the morning. As for me, I made a 
great resolve; I would be a detective officer, 
and go and find out myself about the unfortu- 
nate child. Mr. Prentiss closed his store every 
day at one o’clock while he had his dinner, and 
opened it in about an hour. That would be my 
opportunity. Just before one we would all go 
in on an errand, and I would hide behind some 
barrels and boxes I had noticed near the door 


of the inner room. The boys would go out and 
leave me, and I could very likely hear voices 
in the inner room, and so find out if old Gruff 
and Glum really had a prisoner there. It was 
a hazardous undertaking, for I might be dis- 
covered, but it was loudly applauded by the 
boys, who were very ready to do their part and 
make a confusion, during which I could hide, 
then be on hand again as soon as the store was 
open after the dinner hour to give me a chance to 
escape. We chose the next day because it 
would be Saturday, and we could have plenty 
of time. 

When the hour at last arrived I confess I 
didn’t feel much like the job, but it would 
never do to back out; I should at once lose 
my rank with the boys. We rushed in the 
store as I had planned. Old Gruff and Glum 
stormed worse than ever, as well he might, 
for the boys rather overdid the matter and 
made a truly abominable rumpus, during which 
I thought I heard the words ‘wicked! cruel!” 
from old Gruff and Glum, but I couldn’t be 
sure,—there was too much noise to hear any- 

Well, I got into a snug hiding-place behind 
the barrels, and the boys trooped out. Of 
course old Gruff and Glum hadn’t noticed 
whether there were five or six of us. I heard 
him close and bolt the street door, and I heard 
him groan once or twice as if he were in pain; 
then, as all was quiet, I thought I heard a 
groaning and crying from the inner room. 
Old Gruff and Glum went up to the door, opened 
it, and to my great satisfaction, left it open when 
he passed through. Yes, some one was cer- 
tainly erying there; I could hear it quite plainly 
’ now, then I heard a voice which I never should 
have recognized as old Gruff and Glum’s, it 
was so tender, so gentle, saying,— 

“Oh, my poor child, those wicked, cruel 
boys have upset your head again, I am afraid; 
does it ache very badly?”’ 

The cry broke into more violent sobs now, 
and between the sobs I heard the words: ‘‘I 
was just having a nap,—my pain was easier,— 
I think they will kill me yet. Can’t you keep 
them out, father?” 

“My dear boy,’ was the answer, “I wish 

with all my heart I could. I have tried my 
best, but they grow worse every week. I 
think we must leave here and try to find a 
quiet spot where I can get some sort of busi- 
ness, I don’t care what, if you can only have 

I could hear Mr. Prentiss (old Gruff and 
Glum no more) trying to soothe the weary, 
sick boy. I could hear the poor invalid, ut- 
terly upset by our wicked sport, fret and com- 
plain of everything his father set before him. 
He longed, he said, for some good home-made 
food; he was tired of everything in the store, 
and of everything from bake-shops. They were 
evidently alone, with no one but the father to 
care for the sick child,—a hard task, which 
we had been making doubly hard. Hot tears 
of shame and remorse ran down over my cheeks, 
and when I thought of the boys outside lying 
in wait to rush in again with their hideous noises 
and torture the poor sufferer in that inner room 
my heart sank within me. Oh, if I could only 
get out without another racket! Oh, if I could 
but prevent it in any way! 

An imperative ring was heard at the store 
door, and Mr. Prentiss came out to answer it. 
A regular customer of his was in haste for 
some article, and could not wait for the sign 
to be taken down from the door. 

When Mr. Prentiss went back to the inner 
room I noticed that he left the street door 
unbolted. Now was my time to escape and 
prevent the boys from seeking me there. I 
softly took off my shoes and crawling out from 
my hiding-place stole on tip-toe towards the 
door, still hearing the fretful voice complaining 
of pain and refusing to eat, and the patient, 
soothing replies of the father. I had the whole 
length of the store to go. If I could only reach 
the door before Mr. Prentiss came out again! 
That was my hope and my fear. 

It seemed to me an age before I reached that 
door, but I suppose it was scarcely a minute. 
I opened and closed it very softly and stood 
on the sidewalk, my shoes in my hand. One 
moment only I paused. I saw the boys look- 
ing around the nearest corner on the opposite 
side, waiting to see Mr. Prentiss take down 
the sign, at which signal they were going to 

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rush in and relieve me. As soon as they saw 
me appear they started to meet me, but I 
motioned them back and flew around the cor- 
ner where they were. Neither did I stop then, 
but continued my flight, the boys now in hot 
pursuit, until I reached a quiet court where 
we often met. As soon as they recovered 
breath they began to ply me with questions. 

‘What is it?’ they cried in one breath. 
‘What has happened? Has he hurt you? Did 
you see the prisoner?”’ | 

I stopped and put on my shoes while they 
were pouring out their questions; then I got 
up and looked them in the face. 

“Boys,” I said, “this is just the meanest 
scrape we ever got into. We have been fools, 
—and worse than that, we have been cruel. 
We, who have prided ourselves on never play- 
ing a trick that hurt anybody, or being cruel 
to a dog or a cat, or throwing stones at birds, 
or doing anything to injure any creature weaker 
than ourselves, have been torturing right along 
a poor sick boy.” 

“What do you mean?” cried the boys in 

Then I told them the whole story, and when 
I said Mr. Prentiss thought he must give up 
his store and go away on our account, I fairly 
broke into a sob. Henry Greene said, ‘‘Oh, 
you get out!”’ but I noticed his eyes were full 
too, so I didn’t care. 

“What shall we do?” asked my cousin Tom, 
in a despairing tone. 

“Why, go to mother, of course,” I said. 
‘‘She’ll find some way to help us out, so the 
man won’t go away. We should never for- 
give ourselves if we drove him off that way.” 

This was a decision the boys never ques- 
tioned. They had become quite accustomed 
to carrying any point that puzzled us, or upon 
which we disagreed, to my mother. It was 
her loving counsel and her gentle but strong 
influence that kept us from many a wild prank 
we might otherwise have indulged in, for we 
knew that sooner or later we should surely 
confess to her. All the boys loved her, she 
was so kind and motherly to all. 

We went at once to find her, for with me 
to resolve was to do. Perhaps if I had been 

less quick to act I should not so often have 
fallen into disgrace. 

It was a beautiful October day, just like 
summer, and we found mother seated on the 
veranda, a light, fleecy shawl over her shoulders 
and a book in her hand, looking the picture of 
peace and goodness. She saw us coming, and 
her quick eyes noticed that all was not well with 
us. We grouped ourselves about her chair, 
caps in hand, and I told her all the miserable 

She said nothing at first, for my mother 
never spoke in haste. Our repentance and our 
grief were very evident to her, and she saw 
there was no need for words of blame. Her 
lovely face was very sad, and that was all we 
ever needed to increase our own remorse. After 
a moment’s thought she said,— 

‘‘There is only one thing to do, my dear boys; 
that is to go at once to Mr. Prentiss and tell 
him how very sorry you are, and promise to 
do anything in your power to make up for your 

“But Auntie,’ said Tom, ‘I don’t believe 
he will listen to us now; he will think we are 
making game of him, or getting ready to play 
some new trick.”’ 

“T have thought of that,’ said my mother, 
‘“‘and I will go with you.”’ 

You may well believe that suited us all 
amazingly. Mother went in the house and 
packed a little basket with nice chicken broth 
and delicate home-made rolls and blanc-mange. 
Then we set out, a serious procession. 

When Mr. Prentiss saw our faces, which he 
had learned to dread, he started forward with 
an angry frown to prevent us from entering 
his store, but when he noticed that we were 
accompanied by a tall, graceful lady, with a 
winning smile that no one could possibly with- 
stand, his angry look changed to one of sur- 
prise. Mother put her hand on my shoulder 
and with a tender pressure urged me forward, 
while my five companions stood just behind 
with their eyes bent upon their boots. My 
heart beat so fast I could seem to hear it, but 
I managed to say,— 

“Sir, we have come to tell you we are very 
sorry that we have disturbed you so much, 

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and to promise we will never trouble you again.” 

“Why, that’s the best news I’ve heard for 
many a day,” answered Mr. Prentiss, holding 
out his hand to me. “I began to think you 
boys were going to drive me out of this. It 
wasn’t for myself, you know, that I cared, 
only for my poor afflicted boy,—his head and his 
nerves are so weak he can’t bear any unusual 

‘‘We didn’t know you had a boy until today,” 
said Henry Greene, looking up with tears in 
his eyes. 

‘“Didn’t know it? Why, I was sure I told 
you the first time you made such a racket outside 
the store.” 

‘““Oh, I remember now,” said Walter Graves. 
‘‘T was nearest the door and I heard it, but I 
thought you just made it up to get us out of 
the way.” 

‘“‘T see,’”’ said Mr. Prentiss sadly, ‘‘I was too 
hasty myself. If I had been a little more 
patient I could have made you understand. I 
think I must ask your pardon too.” 

“Oh no!” we all cried, ‘“‘It was our fault. 
We wouldn’t stop to think, or to listen to you.” 

“Well, boys, I am glad to know you didn’t 
mean to be cruel to my poor boy.”’ 

‘““What is the matter with him?” asked my 

“He fell two years ago, and I’m afraid,” 
Mr. Prentiss said in a husky voice, ‘“‘he will 
never walk again. That seemed to be the be- 
ginning of troubles, for his mother died shortly 
after, and I lost all my property. The doctor 
advised a warmer climate, so J came here and 
started this little store. It seemed to be the 
only thing I could do. My boy misses the care 
of a mother. I do the best I can for him, and 
as soon as I can afford it I shall have a good 
housekeeper to come and take care of him, but 
just now it is out of the question,” he said with 
a sigh. 

“You have seen a great deal of trouble, 
Mr. Prentiss,” my mother said gently, ‘‘and it 
makes me still more unhappy to think you 
have had this last annoyance to endure, but 
you may be sure the boys are sincerely sorry, 
and it will never happen again. May I see 
your boy just a few moments?”’ 



Mr. Prentiss took my mother into the inner 
room, and when he came out, after staying a 
few minutes to see how his boy received such 
an unusual event as a visitor, his face was so 
much brighter he looked ten years younger. 
For the first time we saw him smile, and a 
very pleasant smile he had. He put his hand 
on my head and said,— 

‘Boy, your mother is an angel. 
you appreciate her. She is_ better 
doctor to my child.”’ 

Mother sent out word by Mr. Prentiss that 
we should not wait for her, but when she got 
home, an hour later, she found us all waiting 
there on the veranda to hear about her visit. 

At first the boy was a little shy, but she 
soon won him over, then he confided in her 
freely. He let her heat the chicken broth, 
and he ate some of it, with one of the light 
biscuits, with relish. He was delighted with 
the roses my mother carried and he pointed with 
pride to a little garden his father had made in 
the back yard on purpose for him to look at, but 
it was so shut in by a high wooden fence the flow- 
ers didn’t do very well. Mother found he 
was very fond of reading and of pictures, and 
she promised him some books; so this visit 
was the beginning of a series of visits which 
were divided amongst us boys, for he soon 
got accustomed to us and loved to have us 
go to see him, though we were very careful 
not to stay long enough to tire him. We 
read to him, told him of our games, and as he 
grew stronger (for he improved wonderfully 
after my mother took him in hand) he played 
quiet games with us. Other people, Mr. Pren- 
tiss’s customers, got to know about him, and he 
had so many little gifts of books, pictures, and 
toys brought to him that his room became quite 
a museum and library. 

His name was Oscar, and as soon as he was 
strong enough we seven formed ourselves into 
the ‘‘Oscar Club,” and met every Saturday 
afternoon for an hour or two in his room. 

Every morning we boys had a plan that one 
of us should leave, on the way to school, a 
little basket, called the ‘‘surprise basket,”’ 
containing some home-made dish, something 
that Mr. Prentiss could not make himself, for 

Look out 
than a 

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Osear. It was our delight to arrange it with 
our own hands in the basket, and add a funny 
little note, or a few flowers or a picture we had 
cut out from some paper for Oscar to paste in 
his serap-book, and Mr. Prentiss, while he pro- 
tested against our doing so much, said he couldn’t 
refuse it, for that ‘‘surprise basket’’ seemed to 
brighten up the whole day. 

When summer came, mother begged Mr. 
Prentiss to allow her to take Oscar to our 
country farm for several months. Very re- 
luctantly he consented. Oscar had invitations 
from the other boys, too, for we had all grown 
wonderfully fond of him, but he went with us. 
A doctor who was boarding at a hotel in the 
village became interested in his case, and at- 
tended him through the summer. The result 
was more than we had imagined, for by the 
end of the summer Oscar could walk quite 
well. We wrote to his father that he was 
greatly improved, but we thought we would give 
him a surprise, so we did net write that he could 
walk, and Mr. Prentiss almost fainted when he 
saw his invalid boy walking into the store. 

That winter Oscar went to our school. We 
called for him every day, and kept him always 
with us, and were so anxious to take good 
care of him that we didn’t have any time to 
get into mischief, and really grew into re- 
markably well-behaved boys. 

“Did Oscar get quite well and strong?” 
asked Percy. 7 

“Yes, he is as strong as I am today, and a 
very happy and prosperous man, devoted to 
his father, who lives with him. I often go to 
see them, and we laugh together over the 
time I hid behind the barrels to rescue a prisoner 
from Old Gruff and Glum.’’—A. H.S. 

DorcHESTER, Mass. 

I received your postal inquiring about the 
police dog No. 7966. My sister and I love him 
and he loves us and his home. He seems very 
contented and happy and has a good appetite. 
Our lot of land has 20,000 feet so he has a nice 
place to play. He minds pretty well now and 
we hope he will improve in that direction. His 
disposition is splendid and we are perfectly sat- 
isfied. We have named him Marco.—M. E. B. 

Tiger. came from South Carolina on the 
United Fruit boat, supposed to be part cat and 

part civet. He lived to be 18 years of age and 
spent the last week of his life roaming away for 
hours at a time during the day. One Sunday 
morning he went to the door and eried to get out 
and that was the last anyone has ever seen of Tiger. 

My Fox Terrier 
(In memory of our Little Bit, died Aug. 16, 1925.) 

A little demon in defence, 
Brave as a lion he; 

I wish I had the courage 
Of this atom on my knee. 

A little universe of home, 
Unselfish as the sea; 

I wish I did by others 
As he has done by me. 

A little lump of loyalty, 
No power could turn from me; 
I wish I had a heart as true, 
From fear and favor free. 

A little fountain full of faith, 
Forgiveness, charity; 

I wish I had his patience 
And true nobility. 

A little flash of fire and life, 
Whate’er the summons be; 

I wish that I could face the world 
With half his energy. 

A little white fox-terrier, 
In whose brown eyes I see 
The windows of a faithful soul 
Too large to live in me. 

Upto U Hr OO TH D FR PEIN. Dis 13 

A talk given over the radio by our veterinarian, 
Dr. Wesley A. Young: 


I want to talk to the hundreds of little boys 
and girls listening in tonight about animals and 
birds and I want to tell you something about 
them that you will be glad to know. 

Some of the things I say will be good for your 
fathers and mothers to hear and you can ask 
them lots of questions about animals and what 
to do for them. 

When you see a team of horses pulling a big 
wagon with a heavy load, just think, those horses 
have to pull heavy loads like that all day and 
they don’t get paid for it. All they get is what 
their owners give them to eat and a stable to 
sleep in. Sometimes they are owned by poor 
people and then these poor old horses don’t 
have enough to eat and they may have to sleep 
in a cold wet stable without any bedding. Just 
think how nice and warm you and I are in our 
‘+houses and warm beds and what good food we 
have to eat. Horses often haul the coal or 
groceries to our homes for us. So we should 
always be very kind and good to them because 
they help us in so many different ways and they 
never ask for help. 

If any of you children see a man whipping a 
horse or trying to make him pull a load too heavy 
for him, you must ask some man or a policeman 
to speak to the driver about being good to his 

No doubt every one of you children have a dog 
or cat, maybe both, in your home. My little 
girl has a big dog, a little dog, a cat, and a goat. 
You should always be careful not to do things 
to a dog or cat that might hurt them. Little 
puppies and kittens are very cute but they get 
tired of being played with sometimes and want 
to sleep or rest. Be careful not to hug or squeeze 
the little pup or kitten too tightly because you 
might hurt it and if it got sick and died then 
you would have no little pet and surely no boy 
or girl would want to be the cause of a helpless 
animal’s death. 

I remember one boy who brought his puppy to 
me with its back broken. This boy had dropped 
his pet from his shoulder to the floor and broke 

its back. The boy was very sorry but he should 
have been more careful. 

Sometimes dogs or cats bite or scratch when 
they are hurt. They cannot talk and tell us 
to quit when we do things they do not like so 
they bite to let us know we did wrong. None 
of us like to be bitten or scratched, neither does 
the cat like to have its tail stepped on or the 
dog have his ears pulled. 

It hurts an animal just as much as it would 
you, to be kicked or hit with a stone or whip. 
If you see someone hurting an animal ask them 
to stop and tell them that animals have feelings 
just as we do. If you see a hungry animal, or a 
sick or injured one, take it to your local humane 
society or call them on the telephone. If you 
cannot do it alone, get some one to help you. 

Birds build their nests in trees and bushes 
and that is their home. Here in this nest the 
little birds hatch and live until they can fly. 
Never tear down a bird’s nest or take the eggs 
or little birds out as that is just like someone 
tearing down your home or taking you away 
from your father and mother. If any of you 
children know of a boy or girl that robs bird 
nests you go to them and tell them about the 
bird’s home and how it is like his own home. 

Every good and kind act you do makes you 
a better boy or girl. The finest people in the 
world are people that love animals and take 
good care of them. 

An unusual case was that of a conscientious cat 
that kiiled a rat, and then adopted the offspring 
of this rat and nursed them together with her 
two kittens. It seems that this cat had had four 
kittens, and two of them had been taken away 
from her. This alarmed her for the safety of the 
other two, and she disappeared with them, hiding 
them under a pile of lumber. When her owner 
finally discovered her, she had replaced the two 
stolen kittens with some young rats whose eyes 
were not yet opened. A number of persons 
hearing of this unusual incident went to see the 
cat and her protégés. 

“The man or woman who, in time of awful 
strain, has never known the solace of a dog, has 
missed a great thing in life.’—The Kingdom of 
Theophilus by William J. Locke. 

14 OUR TE OURO ORE Ds fh ihr 

Humane workers throughout the country will 
be extremely sorry to hear of the death on 
December 10 of Mr. Henry Clay Preston, 
General Manager of the Connecticut Humane 
Society. Mr. Preston was well known for the 
splendid work he did for years for the welfare 
of children and animals. He went to Hartford 
in 1918, but before that time he had been doing 
excellent work in other parts of the country. 
The Hartford Daily Times writes of him: 

‘A manager and business man of rare parts, 
he, nevertheless, combined a sympathetic and 
understanding nature and a deep love of humane 
work, particularly of humane education not 
only in the schools but among people of all ages 
and in every line. He was also intensely in- 
terested in the codification of the laws governing 
prevention of cruelty and the statutes of Con- 
necticut on this subject are a monument to his 
foresightedness and an example to other jurisdic- 
tions. Despite the necessarily controversial 
nature of his work, he had few enemies and a host 
of admirers and friends. State and city officials 
relied on his excellent judgment and advice in 
humane matters and he never failed them. 
His management of the society’s financial affairs 
was businesslike and shrewd and it is believed 
that much of the great success of the annual 
appeal was due to a well-founded confidence in 
this regard. He gave to his board of directors 
an administration of high order and he demanded 
and received from his staff loyalty and entire 
devotion to the great cause to which his life was 
given. He will be long held in remembrance, 
his monument is everywhere visible and will 

Mr. Preston was very ably seconded in his 
humane work by his wife, Mrs. Stella J. Preston, 
who has been doing a great deal in the way of 
humane education in New York and New 
Jersey schools and has written many leaflets 
and articles on humane education of great 
value to humane workers. We extend to her 
our most sincere sympathy for her great loss, a 
loss which will be felt in all humane societies 
where Mr. Preston was known and beloved for 
his fine qualities and agreeable personality. 

A Dog That Remembered 

On the sunny side of West Elm Street in the 
city of Brockton, there lives a little dog—a Pom- 
eranian—who tips the scales at about three 
pounds. She is very wise. You will say so, 
after you have read the following little incident. 

This little dog is a much-traveled little crea- 
ture. She is owned by Mr. M , who always 
takes her on his long trips in summer. Next to 
being at home, Beauty enjoys the trip to New- 
foundland, a journey she usually makes in June 
each year, the salmon fishing being at its height at 
this season. 

There is much packing and unpacking in 
preparation for these journeys. Beauty has 
always been an interested observer of these activ- 
ities, and later on she put some of these observa- 
tions into practise. 

The month passed all too quickly. The catch 
was the best ever. The season had finally come 
to a close, and there was the usual business of 
packing. The day before the departure for 
home, Mrs. M had observed that Beauty 
was very busy outside the camp digging holes in 
the ground. No more was thought about the 
matter, but the following morning Mrs. M : 
having put the finishing touches to the lunch 
basket, went to the door to see that all the pieces 
of baggage had been locked and tied, ready to go 
in the boat, and was nonplused to find that 
Beauty was sitting close to the dunnage bags and 
basket, guarding a little heap of bones. Looking 
up to Mrs. M she said, as plainly as any 
intelligent dog could, “These belong with my 
baggage. Please put them in.” 

Mrs. M at first wondered where such a 
collection could have come from; then it occurred 
to her that this was the result of Beauty’s busy 
day digging in the ground. ; 

Could one ask for a better illustration of the 
intelligence and reasoning power of a dog?— 



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‘The Animal Rescue League 

A wholly independent organization, having no connec- 

Organized February 9, 1899 a . - ‘ 
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| Incorporated March 13, 1899 

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| We received and cared for: 

Cats Oo Se pee ere nO 9G 

Dogs ts 7. ens Ea ay Been ec 
Horses stats Be apie cee ie ae 805 
Birds: 34 +. CR ae ae ee 829 
Miscellaneous small animals . . .. . 16 

Number of horses given vacations . . . 18 
Copies of humane literature distributed . 87,689 

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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.