The record-union., 1897-01-18
THE BROWNIES PETS.
Following the Fad of the Distinguished
Manager.

! Marie r. Gage a syndicate writer
who evidently appreciates the humor-
Gus side of things, and who is with
the Palmer Cox Brownies Company,
furnishes the following little glimpse
into the camp of the Brownies when on
| the road:
| The Brownies have many odd, origi-
nal and also charming characteristics,
but among their many fads and fancies
they have of late acquired fondness
for dogs. Dogs for everyone, before
everyone, after everyone and with every
one until people wonder whether the
company is going to really introduce a
speciality business in the canine line.
In the beginning there was a delicate,
| thin paved animal with ears as long as
banana leaves, who went by the name
of Hearts Hearts was very aristo-
cratic and wore bells and all sorts of
swell harness. He belonged to the
wardrobe gentleman" who was also
very aristocratic, and who hailed from
| the Sunny South, and called every girl
in the company Daughter"
| Well, it so happened that Leon
Mayer, the excellent head manager, ap-
peared one morning with a blue blood
| ed, pedigreed, pugnacious puppy of the
fox terrier breed. And then, because
Mr.. Mayer has a fondness for good for
tune in any form, he thought he would
christen his pet Lucky"
There have been many people named
thus; it is a good name; it makes one
think of things coming your way
Certainly this little Lucky" went
everybody's way, rather difficult to
manage, but most interesting to watch
| and Mr.. Mayer, being accustomed to
manage all things, has succeeded Won
derfully well with his latest undertak-
ing. He did not however, exactly bar
gain about the powers that be- On
| leaving San Francisco he noticed that
nearly all of his large company carried
large lunch baskets. THAT is a provi-
dent thought" he said to himself
Before many miles had been spun
over, however, there was a gentle, con-
fused commotion, sort of subdued up
| heaval-not of lunch, but of a secret
about to unfold its silence.
Mine is named Frisco" said the
chic little soubrette of the company
Mr.. Mayer pricked up his ears and
stroked Lucky with nervous little
pats
II think Til call mine Beauty" re-
marked the acrobat, with thrill OF
pride in his voice.
| Guess I'll name mine Jack" said
the musician in a celebrating sort of a
way" Yankee Jack because he's fond
of chewing and full of fight, too
| "Oh, I am SO unfortunate at cards
that I think I'll name mine Flush y
chimed in a pretty little brown eyed
girl of the chorus.
You just do" emphasized handsome
Corrine Burton, "and I'll be godmothel
and give it a silver collar"
Mr.. Mayer had become thoroughly
excited. He tried not to listen, not tc
believe. He heard various other re-
marks about Aces Spades" dogs
and pedigrees. He closed his eyes
vaguely. Then he opened them and
jerked himself around with an air ot
resolved fortitude.
The lunch baskets had all beer
| opened. But there was nothing
in them that any human Except a
dogs, everywhere! Everybody in the
company was caressing a spitz, or q
pug, or terrier, or a hound.
Mr.. Mayer collapsed into silence
Lucky growled in a jealous sort o1
a way. The puppies all barked and
grunted in their peculiar, various fash
ions.
Talk about people following the
fads Of the Prince of Wales,' said Mr.
Siegrist, the jovial stage manager
Talk about him! He's not In it with
Mr. Mayer and his followers
The company is at present looking
over veterinary surgeons bill. Fol
the clipping off Of eight dogs tails al
a length of two inches and half each.