Volume 26 January, 1928 Number 10
Our Fourfooted Friends
and How Ve Treat Them
EDITED BY MRS. HUNTINGTON SMITH
Publication Office, Rumford Building, Concord, New Hampshire
Editorial Office, 51 Carver Street, Boston, Massachusetts
ANIMAL RESCUE LEAGUE
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NEW YEAR’S NUMBER
PAL.—A DOG AT PINE RIDGE, DEDHAM
ie OUR FOURFOOTED FRIENDS
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL
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.
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.
LEAGUE NEWS AND NOTES
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
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
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
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
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.
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.
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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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
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-
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East Boston, 341 Meridian Street....... 184
Sheldon Branch, West Lynn, Neptune
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Pine Ridges Dediianiwascat eee 62
Medfield: cats Arse ee ee 20
DR. WESLEY A. YOUNG
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
Dogs Cats Kittens
Nantasket 8 112
Quincy 3 31
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
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
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
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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
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
‘“Didn’t know it? Why, I was sure I told
you the first time you made such a racket outside
‘““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
‘“‘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
“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
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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.
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,
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.
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A talk given over the radio by our veterinarian,
Dr. Wesley A. Young:
GOOD EVENING, CHILDREN
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
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
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 League now has a crematory where small animals
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at Pine Ridge. The charge for each cremation is $6. Arrange-
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Boston. Telephone Hancock 9170.
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For full particulars address
The Animal Rescue League
15 Carver Street Boston, Mass.
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‘The Animal Rescue League
A wholly independent organization, having no connec-
Organized February 9, 1899 a . - ‘
Be with any other humane society in Massachusetts
| Incorporated March 13, 1899
Administration Building Includes Kennels, Infirmary, Receiving Station for Small
Animals and Educational Dep’t.
51 CARVER STREET, BOSTON
MRS. HUNTINGTON SMITH, President MRS. ARTHUR T. CABOT, Secretary
MR. FREDERICK J. BRADLEE, Treasurer
WORK OF THE YEAR 1926
| 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
A Free Clinic for Animals
has been maintained for 28 years
DR. W. A. YOUNG, Veterinarian
SEVEN MOTOR COLLECTING VANS AND NINE AGENTS
are at work every week day collecting animals
Branch Receiving Stations
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PINE RIDGE COUNTRY ANNEX AND HOME OF REST FOR HORSES
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.
PINE RIDGE CEMETERY FOR SMALL ANIMALS
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.