The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-09-26
DEFENDERS WALLER DOG.
1t belonged to the COIored Cook in
Providence Restaurant
From the Providence Journal.

From the Providence Journal
No animal in contemporary history has
reached the proud eminence Of the Defend
er's yaller dog. Poems have been dedi>
Gated to the canine which triumphantly off
set all the i'll luck which hung to Americas
pride before the races were sailed; pic
lures of the dog in all kinds of attitudes
have adorned the newspaper columns, and
the entire patriotic country has taken off
its hat to the animal which out-starred
the black goat.
1t is the purpose of this little tale to
furnish few facts concerning this yaller
dog. A great many newspaper reporters
asked Mr.. lselin where he got the ca
nine, but the answers were usually vague.
Now, however, it can be stated that the
dog was from this city and its owner
didn't know until Monday what had be-
come of his yaller beauty. AS a matter
of fact, to an unprejudiced eye, it wasn't
beauty. 1t was the homeliest dog that
ever was, but the man mourns for it
doesn't see 1t that way.
II isn't but a few weeks ago that Mr..
lselm decided that he wanted that kind
OF a mascot. He was in Bristol when he
made up his mind TO it. and he asked a
number of people who The best man was
TO ind such a dog as nc wanted. There
was put one reply and Il was unanimous:
So Mr. Iselin hunted up Blonde"
Rawson and told him what was wanted,
and Blonde began his search. He
hunted all over Bristol but while there
We're plenty of dogs and plenty of val
Ter dogs in the town, there wasn't the
real yallerest yaller that he wanted. So
ne gave 1t up there and came to Provi-
He cruised around here some days
with an eye to single dogs. Every yal-
Ter dog was eagerly scrutinized and
nfn
came near having fame thrust upon him
by being selected as the Defenders mas
cot But they weren't yaller enough.
the search in despair. when one warm
day in the early part of the month he
stood on the corner of Westminster and
from his brow. He turned around to
look through Union street as the young
women came out Of the dry goods stores.
sidewalk in front of restaurant arose,
and, in plain sight of Blonde Raw
son, ambled with all the grace Of cow
settled the dogs fate and lifted him
out of obscurity.
street and took a look at the dog. He
was the deepest-dyed yaller dog that ever
was or ever will be. He wasn't really
pretty as Blonde looked at him. but
other lack of beauty which he possessed.
Blonde" Rawson went into the restau-
the property of Paul Batiste, the colored
cook.
WANT to sell your dog?" he asked.
mo, indeed was the answer. Don
wan ter sell him, nohow."
1t wasn't any use to tell Batiste who
wanted the dog, because Blonde Raw
son reflected that the, price would go up
out of sight forthwith. And besides, the
owner said he wouldn't sell the dog to any
body for anything. SO Blonde" Rawson,
who had made up his mind to get that dog
ha ha u
course to strategy.
He hunted up another colored man, and
told him to buy Batiste's dog. He said he
must have that dog regardless of the
price,
"Afi'I fetch that dawg, boss" conf
IDENTIFY announced the new ally. "Ah never
seed no dawg-gone dawg AID couldn't get
if All set out to-"
"Blondie" Rawson went away with re-
newed confidence. The colored man looked
as if he meant business, though before
going Blonde" RaWson enjoined the
man to purchase the dog and not get it
any other way.
ed up in the restaurant with a mournful
face. The young women employed there
asked him what the matter was.
Somebody stole my dog" he said. 'I'll
bet a dollar that it was the Teller who
wanted TO buy him"
And at that Blonde" Rawson didn't
know a thing about the dogs disappear
ance When thee olored man showed up
with the animal Rawson did joyful ghost
dance.
Ibid you buy him?''
''Of course bot him." said the colored
man. Don't think I'd steal him, do yo'?'
"Blondie" Rawson FASTENED to smooth
down the ruffied plumage of his indig-
nant assistant
Yes went on the latter IAN All never
see such a man. He wouldn't sell that
dawg nohow an All had tire give him
pretty stiff price
Never mind" soothed "Bloqdie" Raw
SON. "rll pay you back and give you a
good present for the work you had" And
he did so. Then he took the dog to Mr.
Iselin and the latter pronounced him just
the thing. They carried him away on the
restaurant, to fame and glory such as he
has never dreamed of.
A Journal man dropped into the restau-
rant Monday morning and asked Batiste
if he had lost a yaller dog.
That's what / have was the answer,
land Ide like to find him"
Don't you know what became of him?'
"Would you like tor
Indeed, l would" said the cook.
well, he's the yalier dog of the De-
fender
'Wh-a-a-at?' The eyes of Batiste al
most popped out of their sockets He
dropped a piece of steak on the floor in
his excitement The young women in
the place laughed merrily.
Batiste never moved a muscle while
the Journal man walked out. He was abb
solutely transtixed with establishment.
Anr this is the true story of the origin
of the Defenders mascot that yaller,
yaller dog.
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