- VOLUME 20 APRIL, 1921 - NUMBER 1

Our Fourfooted Friends

and How We Treat Them



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Six years ago the humane societies of the coun- try agreed to appoint a week in April for con- sideration of Kindness to Animals. This year the week appointed was from April 11 to 17. During this time ministers, teachers, parents, and children are urged to give special attention to the duty we owe to these patient, useful help- ers and associates of mankind,—the lower animal creation. They are not able to speak in our language and tell their wrongs, nor how much they suffer from neglect and actual abuse; yet they are endowed with a far greater capacity for feeling the suffering, cruelty and injustice inflicted on them by those who are in duty bound to give them care and kind treatment, than many people realize.

Think what the world would be without them! Have you ever spent half an hour in thinking about the undeserved suffering which is inflicted on them? If not, no matter if the special week appointed in their behalf has gone by, and you have not paid any attention to it, it is not too late to begin now. It is one of the duties of life. You owe it to them to do all in your power to lessen their suffering, and to teach everyone to treat them with kindness and justice. They need, and deserve, something more than a few words once a year; they are always with us; always needing our kind care and consideration. They are of the greatest use to us. How do we reward them? We, who know how many ani- mals are neglected and illtreated, urge you not to let thisimportant matter go by, nor end it with the one week appointed for special consideration for the animals. Every week there should be some good word said for them; something done to lead the world to treat them with greater justice.—A. H. 8.

“They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse,

Rather than in silence shrink

From the truth they needs must think; They are slaves who dare not be

In the right with two or three.”’

The great need in schools is education of character, for nine-tenths of the children who attend school get very little, if any, moral education at home,—they must get it in school if they are going to get it anywhere.

We who are calling for humane education in the schools know that, rightly taught, humane educa- tion means the Golden Rule. It means the cultivation of the beautiful plant of kindness which, if abundantly sown, will spring up and choke down the vile weeds of selfishness, greed, and cruelty,—of unkindness to any and every living creature.

So again we Pointe for the thousandth time,—teach the spirit of kindness,—teach

children to think. Teach them to look at both

sides of an action, and never to do unto others what they would not be quite willing to have done unto them. Then we shall have no more wars; then there will be no occasion for wars.— Avy ELcte


The ‘‘ First Church for Animal Rights’ has been organized in the Hotel Astor by humane workers. Royal Dixon is the founder. Services will be held each Sunday at 3 p. m. in the hotel.

A school for children to teach consideration for animals also is contemplated.

An animal ritual and an ‘‘animal Bible’’ will be used at the Sunday services. The Bible will contain chapters from both the Old and New Testaments dealing with humanity to animals.

The organization meeting was attended. by 300 persons. <A collection was taken and mem- bership cards circulated giving the purposes of the church to be:

“To preach and teach the oneness of all life, and awaken the humane consciousness.

“To champion the cause of animals’ rights.

“To develop the character of yous) through humane education.’

“To train and send forth humane workers.

“To awaken the realization that every living


creature has the inalienable right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

“To act as spiritual fountain-head ae spokes- man of humane organizations and animal socie- ' ties, and give a better understanding of their work and needs to the public.”

While many humane workers may wish that some other name had been chosen for this organi- zation, it would seem as if all who are truly in- terested in bringing about a better understand- ing of what are called the “lower animals”’ will welcome any efforts made to this end.


Who seeks salvation must first learn the lesson of kindness to dumb animals, and school and Church should teach it.

Pointing up to the silent skies,

The glittering steeples of churches rise; And tongues of silver in words of chimes Proclaim the era of Christian times.

From lofty pulpit to cushioned pew

[To torpid many and listening few]

The moral precept and orthodox creed

Go forth, and the sinner is urged to heed. With serious faces and pleading air

Millions of worshippers kneel in prayer;

They pray for virtues, they pray for pelf; They pray for the heathen, they pray for self; They pray for the sorrowing, sick and sad; They pray for the tempted, they pray for the bad; They pray for the ending of crime and sin; But never a prayer for our dumb kin;

Never a sermon from pious lip,

Of rich man’s check-rein and driver’s whip. Never a protest or pleading word

For the tortured creatures of flock and herd.

Dimes and dollars are freely given

To coax the pagan to Christian heaven.

Yet the crime of cruelty walks abroad

Through the opulent land of a Christian God— The God whose sympathy reached to all,

Who noted even the sparrow’s fall.

Preach, O pastor, and pray, O priest,

Send out your message to West and East;

Be voice for the voiceless and speech for the dumb,

Till the Spirit of Love to the earth shall come. Carve this motto in each young mind; ‘“Who seeks salvation must first be kind.” —ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. “Open thy mouth for the dumb’’—Proverbs.

The twentieth Annual Report of the Anti- Cruelty Society of Chicago has a very attractive cover and the report shows that excellent work has been done. The president of that society is L. E. Myers, and the honorary president Mrs. Theodore Thomas, who, we believe, was the founder of the society. In the society’s building at 155 West Grand Avenue they have a small animal refuge; a free dispensary for animals, dog and cat hospital; boarding kennels and the electric cages for the humane disposal of animals. This building is always open to receive sick, injured or lost animals. Besides the good practi- cal work of rescuing animals that should be immediately cared for, this society keeps up its work of humane education under the supervision of Mrs. Hugo Krause, who is chairman of the Committee on Humane Education, and is deeply interested in the cause, having read and written a great deal on the subject. The long list of members in the back.of their report shows that the good work of the society is appreciated in Chicago.

A newspaper clipping reporting at length the work which is being done by the Animal Rescue League of St. John, N. B., is particularly inter- esting, as the president of the Animal Rescue

League of Boston went to that city and made an - earnest appeal for the starting of such a society

about eight years ago. Since that time the ladies who were interested in starting the work have had a struggle to get it organized, and under way, but judging from the excellent report in the St. John’s Globe, which has just arrived, they are at last meeting with success, and their League is doing a most important and necessary work in that city. Miss Lilhan Hazan, the secretary, wrote an excellent article which we would be glad to quote in full if we had space, but we can simply make this brief notice, and beg . visitors to that city to be sure to go and visit the Animal Rescue League while there and give them some help.

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In the death of Mrs. James Speyer, president and founder of the New York Women’s League for animals, our fourfooted friends have lost a benefactor, whose place is not likely to be filled. About her a New York paper says:

“Mrs. Speyer was the best friend to dumb animals this city has had since Henry Berg passed to his reward. Others will take up and carry on the work she did with such wisdom for youth and young womanhood, but who will care like her for the fourfooted friends of man? The tender heart, the gracious hands, will be increas- ingly missed in the work of the Women’s League for Animals, to which she gave so much of the last years of her life. Could the burden-bearers and the sick and homeless among the furry folk know their loss, a wail of sorrow would be heard through all the city streets, a mournful obligato to the sadness which fills the hearts of all who knew and loved their friend and benefactor.”

Mrs. Speyer’s life was a good illustration of a

fact we have often noted, that anyone who has a compassionate heart for the suffering of the lower animals has a wide sympathy for all, whether man or beast.

Mrs. Speyer’s life was largely devoted to unselfish service for others and she was widely known and much beloved by the rich and the poor alike. Her health, never strong, was much affected by the war and the suffering and losses of life it caused generally.

Among the charitable and welfare institutions that owed much to her, and many of which she founded, were: The United Hospital Fund, the Working Girls’ Club, the New York Skin and Cancer Hospital, the Girls’ Branch of the Public

Schools Athletic League, the New York Women’s ©

League for Animals, St. Mark’s Free Hospital for Children, the American Red Cross Auxiliary, the Mayor’s Committee on Unemployment Among Women, the Aqueduct Guard Citizens’ Commit- tee, the Loomis Sanitorium, the Tuberculosis Preventorium for Children, the University Settle- ment, the Children’s Aid Society, the New York League of Women Workers, the National League of Urban Conditions Among Negroes, the Lisa Day Nursery, the Working Girls’ Vacation Society, the Authors’ League and many war-time organizations.

I have received a very attractive report from the Pennsylvania 8. P. C. A. which was organ- ized in 1867. The president of the society is J. Gibson Mellvain, Jr.; the operative manager is Frank B. Rutherford, who has held this office since 1916. The cover of this report is unique, and has on it the excellent motto: ‘Kindness Brings Happiness.’’ The agents during the year have investigated 70,314 complaints. They have made 397 prosecutions; 1987 small animals have been humanely killed and 902 large animals. Various acts of cruelty have been attended to without prosecution.

From Cape Town, South Africa, we have received an annual report of the 8. P. C. A. from its secretary, Ernest Hopkins. It is encouraging to read of the good work for animals being done so far away. The name of that society is Cape

_ of Good Hope 8. P. C. A., and the object given

on the first page is the repression of all acts of cruel, wanton and improper treatment of animals. Special attention is paid to humane education, and under the management of the Ladies’ Committee, the Annual Essay Competi- tion took place; 1022 children competed; 56 prizes and 56 certificates of merit were awarded.

We have looked over the report carefully and were sorry not to find that this society has any receiving station for lost, stray and deserted animals, which is a great lack in most humane societies where prosecutions and humane educa- tion seem to be the principal object. To our mind no humane society-is complete until it establishes a place to which lost, deserted and suffering animals can be carried and be humanely disposed of.

Chadron, Neb., Feb. 3, 1921.

Your article, ‘‘Conditions in Transportation of Cattle,’ should make all civilized people refuse to live on the corpses of their fellow beings.

The horrors of cattle shipping are not confined to New England, but are carried on more or less extensively all over the world, and the animals are in transit for days at a time.

The transportation of cattle represents only a fraction of the inhumanity of the cattle business. On the ranches, the animals are dehorned, caus-


ing as much suffering as it would to gouge out their eyes. They are branded with redhot irons. In the winter they die by the thousands from exposure and starvation, and in the end they are all slaughtered in the most cruel manner that can be imagined. No one needs meat. Vegetarians are stronger and less susceptible to disease than meat eaters, have better bones and teeth, better eyes and are longer lived. This can be proved by statistics from the Vegetarian Church of Philadelphia. Many of the members have not eaten meat for three generations—Mary SmirH Haywarp.



Eleanor Morse came upstairs to her mother’s room looking very sober. She had been to the store to do an errand.

‘“‘T do not feel as if I could speak to Sarah Cob again,’’ she said. :

“Why, Eleanor,” said Mrs. Morse, ‘‘ what has Sarah done to make you say that?”

‘When I was coming home from the store I met her carrying Muffy, her kitten, in her arms. I asked her what she was doing with Muffy so far from her home. She said, ‘I have a prettier kit- ten that has, been given me, and as mamma says I cannot keep both, Iam going to drop this one. If he comes back I shall carry him a longer dis- tance and drop him again.’

‘“““) Sarah,’ I cried, ‘how can you be so cruel? Just think what poor Muffy will suffer! She said carelessly, ‘O, someone will pick him up,’ and. before I could stop her she ran away, and I saw her drop Muffy and hurry off as fast as she could go.

“Poor Muffy ran after her until he saw a dog, and then he ran into a little alley. Before I could get there some boys chased him out with sticks. By that time he was nearly crazy with fright and did not know which way to run. If I had not been there I do not know what would have hap- pened tohim. He was crouching down in a door- way trembling and crying when I reached him,

just before the boys found him again. There was one kind boy who was telling the other boys to let the cat alone, and he showed me where Muffy had gone. I picked him up and he clung to me just like a frightened child. He was trembling all over and his eyes looked wild. I could not leave him, so I brought him home. Didn’t I do right, Mamma?”

‘““Yes, indeed, youdid, my dear child,’ answered Mrs. Morse. ‘‘I am sorry and surprised to hear that anyone who is capable of thought could do such a mean and cruel act as to desert a household pet.”

‘Perhaps Sarah really thought that someone would pick up the kitten and give it a good home,” said Eleanor.

“T fear she did not stop to think or care any- thing about the cat, only that she wanted to get rid of it; but her mother should have known better. If she had thought about it at all, she must have known that very few persons care to pick up a cat on the street and carry it home, and most persons drive away a strange cat or kitten if it comes to them, so it is almost certain to suffer hunger and abuse. It is driven from one house and another, dogs chase it, cruel boys throw stones at it, and it often goes for days without a mouth- ful of food or drink until it crawls into some hole and dies, or perhaps some humane person picks it up and sends it to the Animal Rescue League, a miserable little wreck. I do not see how anyone can leave a cat or a kitten to suffer so much. It would be very much kinder to kill it.”

‘May I keep poor Muffy, Mamma?” -

“Tf we cannot find a good home for him you may keep him. Iam glad you did not leave him in the street to suffer. Now you must go and get him some milk to drink, for he looks hungry; and you may crumb a little bread into the milk.”

Eleanor was very glad to keep the kitten, and she took good care of him. Every morning she was careful to see that he had his breakfast as soon as she came downstairs, for she knew that a cat or a kitten may be just as hungry as a boy or a girl.

She also gave him some of her dinner, and she found that he not only liked milk and meat but some kinds of vegetables. He was very fond of fish, too, and Eleanor took pains to pick all the

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bones out, so that her little pet should not get choked with them.

After her own supper was over, Eleanor always called Muffy, gave him a dish of bread and milk, and kept him in the house for the night. A little bed was made up for him in the kitchen, and Eleanor put him in it before she went to her room. She could not enjoy her own bed if Muffy was turned out of doors at night.

She never teased Muffy. She did not squeeze him hard, or lift him by his paws, or disturb him when he wanted to sleep. She kept a dish of fresh water under the kitchen table where he could get it whenever he was thirsty, for she was a thoughtful little girl and knew that cats and dogs suffer just as much as children do if they cannot get a drink of fresh water when they need it.

In return for her kindness Muffy loved his little mistress very much, and was grateful to her. He followed her about the house, and out of doors, unless she went into the street, and even then he would go as far as she would let him. When she was going to school-he would follow her as far as the gate; then he would sit on the fence and mew for her to come back until she was out of sight.

In the house Muffy was alwaysready foragame of hide and seek, which he would play almost as well as a child. He would hide under a chair, a table or a sofa, and when Eleanor had looked for him a little while he would spring out at her with a ‘“‘purr-mew,”’ touch her dress lightly with his paw, and run and hide somewhere else.

When vacation time came Eleanor’s mamma took her to the seashore to stay two weeks. Eleanor was very sorry to leave Muffy, and before she went she charged the cook to be sure and feed him and put fresh water where he could always get it, and never shut him out at night.

Muffy seemed very unhappy when Eleanor had gone. He went all over the house crying, and looking for her. He sat on the fencé and watched to see ifshe would not come upthe street. Pretty soon he lost his appetite, and one day, when Eleanor had been gone a little over a week, Muffy did not come when the cook called him at night to give him his supper, and she could not find him anywhere.

When Eleanor got home at the end of the two weeks, the first thing she asked was, ‘‘ Where is Muffy?” The cook then told her that Muffy had mourned for her day after day, and then had gone away, she thought, to try to find his mistress.

Eleanor felt very badly, and if it had not been so late in the evening she would have gone at once to look for him. She went to bed with a sad heart, and she could not help crying when she thought of poor Muffy, with no home and no one to take care of him. Her first thought when she awoke in the morning was of her little

pet, homeless, perhaps hurt by some cruel boy or

dog, and all the pleasure of getting home was lost in her sorrow. She heard a little noise at her door, and said to herself, ‘‘There is mamma coming to call me.’’ Then she felt a soft thud on her bed, and heard a glad mew, and a loud purr right at her ear. It was Muffy, and a happier cat never was seen! He purred and purred. He could hardly stop purring long enough to eat, although he looked very thin and starved. He could not bear to have his little mistress out of his sight a moment, and he kept close by her all ny: following her like a dog.

Where had Muffy been, and how did he know just when his mistress got home? Muffy tried his best to tell his story, but he could not make it quite plain enough for Eleanor to understand. One thing, however, he made very clear. It was Eleanor he loved, and the good home without her could not make him happy.

There are people who say that cats are not grateful or affectionate, but those who treat them kindly, feed them, talk to them, and never tease or worry them, will soon find out that cats can be grateful, and that they will love those who love them.—Anna H. Smith.

Keep your cat in the house in the early morning. Cats should never be left out of doors over night; they distress your neighbors and they catch the parent birds that are search- ing for breakfast for their little family. Give your cats a good breakfast before you let them out. Scold them if they catch a bird and take it away from them. Don’t whip them; they will soon understand what you mean by the tones of your voice.—A. H. §.

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Follette, the beloved companion of Mrs. Grace C. D. Favre, died November 5, 1916, in Ouchy, Switzerland, after thirteen years of a perfectly happy life. Of her Miss Jessy Wade writes in the Animals’ Friends:

‘““Even those people who did not like dogs admitted that there was something unusual about her. In her travels through twenty-two different lands she made nothing but friends and won only admiration for her gentle character and charming personality.

One of the prettiest stories recorded of Follette, was that when staying at Biarritz and running about the beach she discovered, washed up by the tide, a tiny dead puppy. She looked at it and then at her mistress, and after a little time’s absolute stillness, she. rapidly dug a hole

in the wet sand, quite close to the little dead thing, and gently pushed it in, covered it with sand, looked up at her friends, and prepared to walk away, while her mistress took a bunch of violets from her dress and laid them on the little grave—a touching finish to the pathetic ceremony.

Follette’s own grave in the small dog cemetery of the Beau Rivage Hotel, at Ouchy, Switzerland, will always be kept green, the grave of her out- ward and beautiful form, but the real and spirit part of ‘Heart’s Delight’ is surely living still.’’

In a recent letter from Mrs. Favre she writes that she now has charge of this little animal cemetery, and it is her great pleasure to keep it in good order and to take her work and sit by the grave of her dearly loved and lost companion. —A. HS.

What. is excellent As God lives is permanent. Hearts are dust; hearts’ loves remain; Hearts’ love shall need thee again. —RatpH Waupo EMERSON.

“That nothing walks with aimless feet

That not one life shall be destroyed

Or cast as rubbish to the void

When God hath made the pile complete.”




Bruce is a fine handsome collie dog. His ken- nel is placed quite close to the henhouse, where the mother hen and her chickens can strut about unmolested, for Bruce will quietly sit and watch, without interfering with them.

Bruce has lived with his master since he was a pup, and has always received the greatest kindness. One day his master had some trouble with two bantams who refused to go into their house for the mght. After a great deal of patient persua- sion, the master entered his house with a feeling of despair. He did not like the thought of leav- ing the chickens to their fate, for there were rats a very short distance away.

On again going into the garden to make another attempt to secure the chickens, he found, to his great surprise, they were nowhere to be seen. Their perch was empty, and in vain he looked everywhere. For two nights this singular thing happened.

However, the master determined to find out where they slept.

Coming down very early the second morning, _ just as the hens were getting up, he was aston- ished to see the two bantams flutter out of Bruce’s kennel. This, then, was the secret of their two nights away from home.

I think that Bruce, seeing his master’s distress, had been willing to admit them into his kennel without feeling that they would be in his way.

Bruce knows what kindness is, he has never known anything else, and is as obedient and gentle as a child.

Tabitha Ann has fallen into it.


Tabitha Ann was melancholy. She was get- ting old and no one seemed to want her. She had brought up a large family of children, all scat- tered now in different quarters. What she was living for, left alone in her declining years, was beyond her thoughts to comprehend. Mrs. Brown with whom she lived said, ‘“‘I declare, I think I can keep Tabitha Ann no longer; she gets on my nerves. There comes a time when patience ceases to be a virtue, and my patience is about exhausted. Every day she goes into the south bedroom, where Maria died, and cries ‘M-a-r-i-a!’ until I am heartily sick of the name!”

‘‘Maria (Mrs. Green asked) was kind to her I suppose. Why don’t you send Tabitha Ann away?’ ‘“‘T have done so, several times, but she always finds her way back, almost before I know rh iM

“Well I cannot solve the problem for you. May I be forgiven for the remark, but she cannot always live; she must die sometime, and then you will be relieved and can say a ‘good riddance.’”’

“Oh, she will outlive me!”’ answered Mrs. Brown.

That very night Tabitha Ann came home late. What was the bright light in the corner of the cellar? Tabitha Ann got in the window and climbed the stairs. A wave of fire singed her fur coat; smoke nearly choked her; but she kept bravely on until Mrs. Brown’s room was reached. Mrs. Brown, only half awake, hears a cry. Is it fire or—Maria—! She is dazed, but again hears that cry! Sleepily, she says, ‘Tabitha Ann again, crying Maria! Will I ever get that name out of my mind?” But now there is a com- motion outside; the fire apparatus has arrived: Mrs. Brown reaches the window; someone cries out “Jump,” and a blanket is held out below. Mrs. Brown jumps, and is saved from the cruel flames that have partially destroyed her home.

Do they want Tabitha Ann to die? O no! She lived a few more years, but one morning when Mrs. Brown went into the room where she © had her bed she found her dead and the ver- dict was ‘“‘ Death from natural causes.”

Tabitha Ann was a heroine although she was only a cat.—Cuara L. BE. |




~ Perhaps the most difficult problem facing dog lovers is that of keeping a large animal well and happy during the months when it may be totally impossible to provide a country home for him.

I was confronted with this problem last winter and it was not without many misgivings that I decided to try to accustom my police dog to the city life, which even I found extremely trying.

At the time, he was about a-year old and un- accustomed to anything but. the free life of the country. Wesent him toa kennel for some time, but the separation from us made him ‘so miserably unhappy that the reports we received concern- ing him were most unsatisfactory.

Finally we decided to bring him into town and to keep him with us if the experiment should prove successful. He was at first, and naturally, dreadfully unaccustomed to the many and

' strange noises about him. Provided with yard

space in which to run about, he was perhaps more fortunate than most city dogs, but it must also be taken into consideration that he is quite large and therefore much more vigorous than the toy dog.

After about a week I decided that a regular schedule would be perhaps the most efficient way of furnishing him with exercise and fresh air. Every morning at nine o’clock someone of the family would take him for a brisk walk of some distance. At this time of the day the noisy traffic is not so heavy and in consequence he was not frightened unduly. As you may imagine, he at first resented the required muzzle. often stop on the way and try to remove it with his paws. We were genuinely sorry for him and we devised a way of loosening the strap so that it would not keep his mouth too uncomfortably bound. Whenever there seemed to be any op- portunity I let him run a bit and gave him small packages of paper to carry.

The walk in the morning is exceedingly invig- orating and starts the day properly for him.

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Provided the weather is not too disagreeable, he receives this daily morning exercise. After- wards, at home, he has the opportunity of play- ing in the yard or about the kitchen. He will spend hours chasing a large rubber ball—his chief and never failing delight.

In the afternoon he was taken out again and when the snow came he was allowed to play around the house in the piling drifts. This gave him immense pleasure and, as he always came obediently when called, we had no fear that he would stray away. ~

Perhaps the most helpful suggestion in the care of a dog is to keep one’s eyes open for every possible means by which he may be given helpful exercise and good, .wholesome fun. Even a single day in the country is a source of infinite joy to a dog who has to live most of the time in the city, and therefore, whenever it is possible, it is well to take him in the motor out to the broad | stretches of land where he can frisk about to his heart’s content.—HazmEu Fay.

Malden, Feb. 1921.

Seeing an article on vivisection in your paper and admiring it, too, makes me want to say something about a moving-picture show which I attended in Malden last week. I don’t go very often, so hoped to see a good picture. Well, I guess my idea of amusement must differ from others, or else there were some there who didn’t like it any better than I did. One or two of the most prominent pictures were of beautiful rabbits with their little ones. Then the pictures would be entitled ‘““Some of Dr. Robert’s pets. They will give up their lives for science.” (?) The question mark is mine! Now what in the name of decency would any person want to see a thing like that for, and call it amusement? Maybe vivisection is necessary (I don’t think so), but is it necessary to consider it amusing? I wish you could print this in your paper, and I don’t care if you print my name with it, as I think it is about time that one could take children or go themselves to the theatre without seeing some- thing so cruel or revolting that we all have to come home early.—JuLia A. SMALL.

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Brookline, Feb. 7, 1921.

I cannot refrain from dropping you just a line in regard to an article which was most interesting to me in Our FourRFrooTEeD FRIENDS about the shipment of live stock from Maine. I know the dreadful conditions that exist in that state, also one person who does a big business between the state mentioned and Brighton. I am from that state and am very fond of it, and spend from one to two months there each year; but the pain and agony that dumb animals have to endure there is too dreadful to put into words! I entered a complaint at two different times last summer in Dexter, Maine, with the man who collected little calves on Saturday, too young to eat hay or grass and depended on their mother’s milk. They had their last feed on Saturday morning and were collected on Saturday afternoon, put in their pens at the Dexter: freight yards and left to ery and starve until some hour on Monday morning, when they were loaded and started on their journey. I can plainly see how they would arrive in Boston dead, or ina dying condition. I have seen this man collect calves in a rack on a hot day last summer, the rack only large enough to carry perhaps a dozen, and there were certainly twice that number crowded into it. Some of them were being trampled on; their poor little tongues were out of their mouths. I saw a full- grown cow behind an automobile dragged for at least two blocks. When discovered she could not get on her feet without help. She too had to remain in the pen from Saturday morning until Monday morning. No one dares to say any- thing, as there would not be anything done if they did.

I most sincerely wish someone would look into the matter. I for one would do anything I could that would be of any help.—E. O. K.

“Trophy offered by Spratt’s Patent Limited for the best Brace in the 1920 A. K. C. Shows was won by Mrs. A. D. Tappan, Stamford, Conn.

Spratt’s Trophy for the best dog in the 1921 W. K. C. Show was awarded to Champion Mid- kiff Seductive; bred, owned and exhibited by W. T. Payne, Kingston, Pa.”


A correspondent who is a member of the League has spent much time in Florida and worked

hard in the interests of the animals while there.

She is now in California and writes:

“T do not see many horses or mules here, but see a few every day, and you will be pleased to know that all I have seen are in good condition. I haven’t seen an animal struck or heard a harsh word used towards one, neither have I seen a half-starved or homeless cat or dog. All look well. I spoke to my physician about it and he said this is all the result of their most excellent humane laws which are rigidly enforced. No one would dare abuse a dumb animal here. It is such a relief not to hear the constant crack of the dreadful lash at all hours of the day as I did in Florida, or to see starving and homeless cats and dogs. I have heard that there is an excellent humane society in Los Angeles, and as soon as possible I am going to call at their office, also visit some of the schools.’’-—Yours sincerely, Aa Vie


During the month of March the League re- ceived 3423 cats, 459 dogs, 48 horses, and 13 smaller animals. We placed 107 dogs and 63 cats in good homes.

There were 76 emergency calls in February. One call was to get a cat that had been under the steps of a house for several days and could not get out. Lynn Hosea, one of our agents, had to go down the coal chute from the sidewalk in order to secure the cat. He got his clothes very dirty and was covered with coal dust, but he rescued the cat from its unpleasant imprisonment.

John Finlayson, another one of our agents, climbed a slender tree about 75 feet to get a cat that had been there three days and was afraid to come down. ‘The tree was so small this was a risky performance.

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Several of the emergency calls were to go after dogs and cats that had been injured by automo- biles. Another call was to go for a cat that had beer injured by a dog. February 16 a little boy came into the office with a small kitten hugged close to his breast. When he was asked what he wanted done with it he began to ery so hard he could not speak. He was finally able to say that the kitten was sick, and he wanted to see the doctor. He was sent to the doctor’s office, and came back into the office with a beaming face, and asked if he could telephone to ‘‘ Maw.”’ He said, ‘Hello, is this you Maw? Blackie ain’t going to die; he is going to get well. Ihave got a doctor’s prescription and I am bringing him home.” He then, of his own accord, handed out five cents for the telephone call, which, of course, the superintendent would not take. He had walked all the way from Dorchester with his cat.

- Some people think that cats are not glad to see their owners. They should have seen a cat that our agents took out of a tree and brought into the League. Two men came in from Brighton saying they had lost their cat, and had hunted

everywhere for him. Dr. Sullivan showed them -

into the cat room, and he said it was a great sight when the cat recognized them. He sprang at them as if he had been a dog. One of the men took him up in his arms, and the two showed the greatest delight at the meeting. When the men came back through the office the cat was perched on one of the men’s shoulders purring so loud you could hear it all through the room. This cat was lost from a store belonging to these two men, and, they said he was so valuable they would not take one hundred dollars for him.

A very forlorn man came into the office one day in March and said, ‘“‘I have lost my woman and I have got to go to Long Island Hospital, and I want you to look out for my cat. She is going to have kittens and I want to be sure before I go that she is going to be well taken care of. She’s a cat my woman picked up one night and took in. My woman used to do a lot of that kind of work, and your agent, Mrs. Bates, would take them and bring them to the League.”

Those who deny the usefulness of the cat ought to talk to Mr. Hutchinson of Melrose. He took a cat from us early last December because, after a barn in the neighborhood had been torn down, his house became full of rats. The cat was placed in the cellar, and inside of one hour caught six rats. After he had cleared the house and cellar of rats he went around the neighborhood doing the same valuable work; and is reported as spending a good deal of his time in different cel- lars. Dead rats are found in every place this cat has been. All the dogs are afraid of him; an Airedale living in the same house with him shows him the greatest respect, since, in a mo- ment of attempt at familiarity the cat boxed him on the ears.

A good many men come to the League to get dogs to protect their families who live in the country in lonely places. Teamsters also want dogs on the teams with them to protect their goods. Surely many of the Animal Rescue League dogs