The Newtown bee. (Newtown, Conn.) 1877-current, 1906-12-28
LET US NOT FORGET THE FAITH.
f.. Full FRIEND.
HOW MONROE GENTLEMAN FEEL
Veterinarian.

HOW A MONROE GENTLEMAN FEELS.
=, In troublous times, mad dog scares,
and in every other phase of i'll that
may come upon US, let us not forget
the faithful friend we have in the dog,
who forSakeS his own to give to us the
fullnesS of a faithful service, so far as
within him lies, and hurl denunci-
ations in general upon the defenceless,
who, like humanity, are liable to viru-
lent disease, but throw around them,
as well as ourselves the proper prOtec-
tiOn that each need and some deserve.
It would seem that "word to the
wise" would be sufficient, that at the
present time conditions in sDogdom,
are perilous, no one knows when OF
where to look for safety, and, within
our knowledge at this writing, there
are dogs through the carelessness or
Indifference of their owners. which
with and bitten by rabid dog, run.
ming at will to the peril of no one
knows who or what.
Life and property are too precious
to be tritled with, and we admonish all
readers to look well to the safety of
themselves and their dogs.
Dogs have their place in life and
are much valued, much more human
life and property. Protect ourselves
and look out for the dogs, and to the
memory of one we append the follow
ing:
TRIBUTE TO A FAITHFUL FRIEND
IA GEFFIE.
AS we look back to former days al
time and years roll round,
How dear to tender memory the name
of "Geff1e" sounds.
How we loved that good old FRIEND
that chung so many years
To us and "Home" so faithfully with
thought comes many tears.
He came to us stranger, from whence
we never knew.
So good a friend in danger, so trusty
good and true.
Always ready near us whichever way
to go,
With active, ready common sense
he always seemed to know.
A handsome, shaggy fellow with black
and glossy hair,
A voice so clear and mellow as ii
echoed on the air.
With eyes Of sparkling blackness that
pierced ones very own,
Ia read your thoughts in silence of no
uncertain tone.
A head so soft and shapely, of blood OF
finer strain,
He seemed to feel so keenly, from
common stock" refrain.
His name to him was Paradise, though
not to him the last,
But to those who loved him, DOW or
pillows tossed.
There's something in noble dog one
cannot help but love,
We find Id them those winning traits
something like the above.
His mind with yours in "commor
thought seemed in full accord
And with eager, speaking look seemed
to know the word.
We looked in wonder Oftentimes upon
that radiant face
That seemed to speak in volumns the
language Of his race.
We call it instinct" (meagre phrase,
Natures keen endowments speak In
various ways.
He cane to us in childhood, though
grown to full his size;
He frollicked through the wildwood,
where their greeted pleasures lie
1heb irds he loved to fo,l0w through:
out the livelong day, !
And chase the crafty swallow as we
gathered in the hay.
He loved so we'll to take ride, but
always rode "afoot,"
To have some fun with all the pigs, to
see they didn't root.
To chase the birds and squirrels and
run them up a tree,
Then make an awful rumpuS till some
one comes to see.
When "cOw time' came no better boy
could well be put in clothes;
All DER the farm through crook anc
turn the faithful fellow goes.
He knew his masters wishes we'll anc
faithful to the trust,
| The cows came home, and horses too
as we'll they knew they must.
| On many damp and stormy nights thu
faithful fellow went
Through fields and swamps so cold ant
wet, bis mission full intent.
While we at home could hear his vOfc
in echo of our will,
"Poor Getf, (good boy tits even yet W
have the echo still.
He loved to watch the sheep so well
to see them frisk about;
To run and help his masters when th
rogues got out.
He, like others of his kind, the "SheE
herd dog" of old,
Would go and help to bring them /
and put them in the fold.
His special care was in the house to
at mistress side,
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