Milford chronicle., 1895-10-04
DEFENDERS WALLER DOC.
It Belonged to the Colored Cook In
Providence Restaurant.

~ DHAuAhe4 TO Ane AolOreu COOK IN q
Providence Restaurant.
No animal in contemporary history has
reached the proud eminence of the Defend
er's yaller dog. Poems have been dedicat-
ed to the canine which triumphantly of
set all the III luck which hung to Ameri-
ca : 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 outstarred
the black goat.
1t is the purpose Of this little tale to fur
nish few facts concerning this yaller dog
A great many newspaper reporters asked
Mr.. Iselin where he got the canine, but the
answers were usually vague. Now how
4 ever, it can be stated that the dog was
I from this city, and It's owner didn't know
until Monday what had become of his
I yaller beauty. As a matter Of fact, to an
unpreiudiced eye it wasn't beauty. It
was the homeliest dog that ever was, but
tho man who mourns for It doesn't SEQ 1t
that way.
1t isn't but few weeks ngO that Mr..
Iselin decided that he wanted that kind
of mascot. He was In Bristol when he
made up his mind TO it, and he asked
number Of people who the best man was
to find such dog as he wanted. There
was but one reply, and it was unanimOusl
Blonde Rawson," they all said.
So Mr. Iselin hunted up Blonde Raw
son and told him what was wanted, and
Blonde began his search. He hunted all
over Bristol, but while there were plenty
of dogs and plenty Of yaller dogs in tho
town there wasn't the real yallorest yaller
that he wanted. So he gave it up there
and came to Providence.
He cruised around here for some days
with an eye single to dogs. Every yaier |
dog was eagerly scrutinized, and many an 1
inoffensive and humble canine came very 1
near having fame thrust upon him by be- /
ing selected as the Defenders mascot. But /
they weren't yaller enough
Blonde Rawson had almost given up
the search in despair when ono warm day
in the carly part Of the month he stood on
the corner Of Westminster and Union
streets, wiping the perspiration from his
brow. He turned around to look through
Union street as the young women came
out of the dry goods stores As he looked
a big dog lying on the sidewalk in front
Of a restaurant arose, and In plain sight of
Blonde RawsOn ambled with all the grace
of a COW into the restaurant That little
stroll settled the dogs fate and lifted him
out of obscurity.
Blonde Rawson went through Union
street and took a look at the dog. He was
the deepest dyed yallor dog that ever was
or over will be. He wasn't really pretty
as Blonde looked at him, but the chrome
color Of him offset every other lack Of
beauty which he possessed. Blonde Raw
son went into the restaurant and found
out that the dog was the property Of Paul
Batiste the colorcd cook.
"Want to sell your dog?" he asked.
ono, indeed, was the answer. Don't /
wan ter sell him nohow"
It wasn't any use TO tell Batiste who !
wanted the dog, because Blonde Rawson
reflected that the price would go up out Of !
sight forthwith. And besides the owner /
said he wouldn't sell the dog to anybody !
'or anything. So Blonde Rawson, who !
iad made up his mind to get that dog I
anyway, decided that ne must have re-
course to strategy.
He hunted up another eolered man and
old him to buy Batiste's dog. He said he
must have that dog regardless Of the price
"Ahll fetch that dawg, boss, :" conf Z
iently announced the new ally. "Ah ney- :
II seed no dawggone dawg ah couldn't !
get if all set out to.
Blonde Rawson went away with re-
lewed confidence. The c0lored man looked
IS If he meant business though before 60 7
ng Blonde Rawson enjoined the man to =
purchase the dog and not get it any other :
way. =
A few mornings after this Batiste .
bowed up in tho restaurant with mourn y
III face. The young women employed ),
here asked him what the matter was. y
Somebody stole my dog, " he said. "In =
et a dollar that 1t was the Teller who Y
wanted to buy him. y
And at that time Blonde Rawson didn't y
now thing about tho dogs disappear y
nee. When tho oolored man showed up !,
nth the animal Rawson did joyful =,
host dance. y
"Did you buy himg'
"Of co'se ali bot him, " said the colored
ian. Don't think ahd steal him, do
our"
Blonde Rawson fastened to smooth e
own the ruffled pluinago Of his indignant u
ssistant. y
" Yes won't on the latter, can all new
: see such man. He wouldn't sell that q
avg nohow an an had fer give him
retty stiff price"
"Nevcr mind, " soothed Blonde Raw IN
N. "I'll pay you back and give you
pod present for tho work you had" And IN
o did SO. Then he took tho dog to Mr.
elin, and tho latter pronounced him just
le thing. They carried him away on tho
efendor, far away from the Union street 70
to fame and glory such as he
I'd never dreamed Of
A Journal man dropped into the res
urant Monday morning and asked Ba- D..
ste if he had lost a yaller dog.
That's what have " was the answer, so
and I'd like to find him." Co
g Don't you know what became of himr' cui
"No." an,
''Would you like to?'' -
q Indeed would, - said the cook.
We'll, he's the yaller dog of the De- Uy
nder.
'Wh-a-a-atP" The eyes of Batisto al.
ost popped out Of their sockets He
opped piece Of steak on tho floor in his a.
element The young women in tho n n
ace laughed merrily. -
Batiste never moved a muscle, while The ~
urnal man walked ont He was abso- .li'
Iely transhxed with astonishment. ~
And this is the true story Of the origin ns
the Defenders mascot, that yaller, yal- -.
dog.-PrOvidence journal. ~
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