The Washington times., 1922-06-10
HARDING 5 GOLF
GAME EXPOSED
BYLADD|E BOY
First Dog In Land Says Mas
ter Is Great President,
But

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The Washington Times prssssts
the sirth of the remarkable series
of intervieus tOith men OF national
pyon,insnce obtained By Horace
Wade, the porlds youngest author
and newspaper reporter. Toddys
"intsyvieio, 10 Witb Ldddie Boy, the
White House dog. t-,
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Just lots Of folks have said to me.
Horace, tell us about Laddie Boy
Well, first let me say that Laddie
Boy is not q breakfast food, but II
we are to believe the jokesmiths he
viii be a hot dog some day.
But all joking asire, Laddie Boy 10
the famous blue-black airdale who
shares the White House with the
President and Mrs. Harding. In
Ladies' veins runs the bluest blood
In dogdon. and not q sheep-killing
dog IL among his ancestors.
Whale OF . Dog.
Laddie Boy 10 a whale OF . dog.
He's 30 ugly he's handsome. And
the friendliest dog I've ever met.
Grin? thought I could grin some.
but Laddie Boy grinned such big,
broad, ripsnortin' grins had trouble
telling where they left off and where
he began to laugh. His tail wass
faster than a jig saw, and ! swear 70
goodness that Laddie Boy laughs
while he wAgs II. His nice, Tat BODY
shakes like jelly as he watches the
monkey shines of us human beings.
He's one of the big drums Of the
white House, and he hangs around
the big tent while the show In on.
He loves to romp in the Preai.
dents garden, and when he gets
his paws muddy, he comes grinninS
into jackson, the illustrous air
dale's colored valet, to have them
| washed.
There's one thing about Laddie
Boys life that won't particularly
appeal to the American boy. All he
eats during the day, Ia bowl OF
broth and a dog biscuit. Think
of a rustlin', bustlin', red-blooded.
dog. with a stomach that can digest
green apples and ice cream at the
same time, getting along on SUCH
fare!
III bet Laddie Boy would give
half his life for just one big soup
bone to gnaw on and q pan, OF
panlicker and some barefooted hd
in jeans to whistle for him and 20
fishing.
| interviewed Laddie Boy in the
cabinet chamber. where he sits
perched in a chair while the caoi-
net members are hobnobbing.
How do you like being in the
White House?" l asked him.
"Oh, pretty WE'LL" he wasged. Il
kinda get tired sometimes Of folks
always rubbing my head and pat
ting my back. know I amt
pretty and 1t makes me sick TO
have some flapper squeak: oh,
what q boo'ful doggie! Bah
And Laddie Poy heaved a great
sigh;
woods for a great, long rompT I
asked.
He turned big, soulful eyes at me.
THAT would be the life" he
harked- And all that doswood In
bloom. tool'
Loves Hunting.
And do you like to- go huntins7"
I ventured. -..
Don't mention IT," he ySpsd in
away from the lame ducks that
/ n fuAn M rnAAfAF And
chase molly cottontail out where
the rabbit tobacco grows"
Poor doggiew I answered. And
I thought you were 20 happy lying
here in the lap Of luxury and meet
ing all the great men Of our urae."
Say" hs sighed. while teare
trickled down the whiskery mug ana
| the SORROWS of a thousand yeans
gathered in his doieful brown eyes,
"I don't even get . chance to chase
q cat! And I hate cats worse than
anything IN the world"
"How do you like the President?~
I aAked, knowing ] could cheer him
up. was beginning to think
Laddie BOY was . bit Of a pessi'
Hes great" he yowlad s1eeru,-
". ''Just the finest ever. When
IL look Into his kindly eyes ana
feel the stroke OF his friendly hand
and hear the tones of his sympar
thetic voice, 1t sort O. makes me
feel I'm lucky dog, even II
they do make me have my paws
scrubbed and won't let me chew
UP an occasional catv'
"Just between you and me, Lad
die Boy" I said quietly. what
kind Of q rolf player 10 the Presi-
dent7'' ....
Say Horacs.", he whimpersd
softly, Tn not one as talks and
want you TO keep this under that
cap o. yours I tore hole in--but-
he's q bum player! I used to hus-
tie for his balls, thinking maybe It
would help his game, but, shucks!
he's getting worse. and now / just
lay down and let him hike for them
himself He's Q great President, but
It's sad to watSh him whack at that
ball. Don't put this In the inter
view, win you. They might reduce
my ration OF dog btscuitr'
| With q heavy sigh he tumbied
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