The New York herald., 1921-01-09

ness section when we see these lost ones
There isn't caretaker in public building
OF the city who wouldn't house dog in the
engine room till the wagon" comes. Some
times the wagon" comes and finds a perky
little creature with a new master who grimly
claims the telephone call which sent in
was quite an error, and the gauntleted
men go away good naturedly. perfectly
understanding. OF course they could put it
all over u.s. strays and pampered pups, If
they only knew what books were written
about them, and that Mr. Mason is probably
getting clippings from a bureau right now,
each one costing him five cents, telling him
whether some paper likes the book or not.
/ hope IL he buys motor with the royalties
thatshe will take dog out with him every
day as a sort of dog tax-all kinds of dogs.
including poor ones. I hope he will take
Toby.
He Had Following in the Little
Sons of Distinguished Sculptors.
I must be honest about Toby (that is the
reason 1 bring the subject up again) Once
upon time motor was bought with little
curved seat in the back which we pretended
would be nice to tuck away friend or pack
away two friends, but which we knew was
for Toby He knew it was for him too and
it affected his life strangely. He became a
motor hound. In 1916 he went to France
with us, although it was ridiculous to take
dog to war, and we knew it, but then we
were ridiculous We rode in trains up to
the front, Toby travelling first class with us
on little ticket with greyhound leaping
about on 1t. He was very impatient over the
trains, however, and sought out a motor to
ride in whenever he could. 1t was at Yer
dun, while his master was in the citadel, that
a tremendous outcry arose above the bonn
bardment, and Toby was discovered sitting in
a limousine of a French general. defying the
,IA u.oC hrax Hoh tino
mans but uneasy about Toby. When we got
hack home he used to run up and down
Macdougal Alley with interested little boys
sens of distinguished scuptors, following him
respectfully. "Is this the war dog?" they
asked for his fame had got about, probably
spread by Toby himself. He is not Scotch
for nothing.
That was the summer of the enforced
muzzle laws. There a lot of pictures
Of muzzled dogs in Mr.. Massons book, but
the one on page % isn't as funny as Mr.
Barnes. the artist. has made it. The cats
of Washington Square that summer formed
a combine and went after the muZZed dogs
with that miserable sportsmanship which
so characterizes the feline, and Toby and
1 had a very nervous time of It. He was
never entirely courageous before cats any
way, although / recall one evening when,
pursued by large Thomas, he continued
to bark bravely over his shoulder as he
swiftly fled
1t was muzzles, cats and our own entry
into the war that consigned him at last to
suburban life. / had no home for him while
] worked for my country. and those who
took him bought the motor with the little
back seat. And so it was all right guess.
But 1 don't believe / ever really rebelled
against the pranks of life except on the
night I left him there When he realized
that he was not going back home he sat
down under a table with his back to me.
shaking. We didn't say anything. l went
out the door.
Unlike the Dog of Phonograph Fame.
He Felt At Home in the Automobile.
Still he had the motor. This summer he
loaned me. and while he was loyal he
missed the car. "Ain't you got a machine
Louse?" he kept saying to me. He always
called me Louise. l never could why
he shouldn't when / called him by his first
name. He is much better born than l.
And when the came to take him to his
own place again at the end of the summer
he hoped into 1t with great deal of alac-
rity, waving his tail kindly but firmly-the
tail which obliged to confess is a little
bit too long. Somehow / felt better about
him. I have reached the stage in life when
1t is not unselfish. il Is just relieving to have
dogs as well as less important creature.
happy without me. II is a sort of Alice Sit
by the Fire" feeling 1t is comfortable
To go back to Dogs from Lite" there is
a drawing on page 105 OF the DOG Star"
which is very stylish animal coming out of
bis stage door kennel. Mr. Hoover drew il.
and Herbert himself could not have done a
better one except that he would probably
have made the dog look more like Toby.
The pictures pleasant jocoseness by its very
irrelevancy reminds us that we are spared
in this book any drawings of trained animals
beyond those which do valiant service. The
vaudeville dog, whose life is longer than the
one which goes to the Bureau for Vivisec-
ton, is not depicted. We are not yet sure
enough of ourselves in this country to leave
n theatre when the trained dogs come on
Some day we shall be. perhaps.
You see, we've got TO do these things for
the dogs in exchange for what they do for us
II you still feel uncertain about your duty
turn to page 13. There's a new thought
there: Il wonder IL I had mother like
that" says the starved mongrel in the pict-
ure viewing the complacent parent dog and
frolicsome pups from its sad distance Yes
he had just such a mother All dogs are
created free and equal, ladies and gentle
men, and with us lies the sweet responsibility
Of preserving their equality. They can't do Il
themselves. Is IL not strange that with this
vast development Of their propensities for
becoming a proper companion TO mankind
they have not developed also some skill i'm
the arts and sciences or at least some trade
so that they can be more independent OF us
II they knew. even. that their great power
lay in the love we bear them? What a
splendid thing II would be II all dogs took
stock of themselves and went on strike re-