Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-06-04
King Tut, Ruler
Of White House
Kennels, Is Dead
FavOrite of President Be-
Iieved to Have Succumbed
From OverwOrk.

King Tut, President Hoover's pet
Belgian police dog, raised from a puppy
by the President and Mrs. Hoover, who
assumed the throne of the White House
kennels when his master and mistress
moved from their S street home, Is
dead.
There are i've or six other dogs in
the White House kennels, some Of them
with very lengthy and enviable pedi-
grees and show records. but it will be a
long time before King Tut's place is
filed, either in the hearts of Mr.. and
Mrs. Hoover or the scores OF policemen
and attaches about the White House.
When reports of his death were circu-
lated today there were many express
sions of real regret, although this be-
loved dogs death occurred more than
six months ago. Announcement OF his
death was not made and only very
few persons about the White House
knew about it until today.
Tut, as this dog was affectlonately
called by President and Mrs. Hoover
and virtually everybody else about the
White House, became irritable and ILL
tempered-and nearly a year ago ne
was sent back to the old, familiar sur
roundings of the Hoovers' S street home,
now occupied by Senator Walcott OF
Connecticut.
PatrolIed Seriously.
It was thought that this change
would improve Tut and that he would
again become the pet of former days.
The belief was that the pack Of other
dogs in the White House kennels, which
| ranged In breeds from wire haired ter
riers to mammoth Irish wolf hounds,
contributed greatly to changing the
nature of Tut. Also, it Is thought that
he took his police patrolling and White
House guardian work so seriously that
he became virtually a nervous wreck
So faithfully and religiouSly did Tut
assume the task of patrolling the regu-
larry assigned beats Of the policemen
about the rear grounds that he thought
| Of nothing else. He gave up all thought
meals or sleep. He was years old
when he died, and the strain of his
patrol work. along with association with
| the other dogs, who took life too lightly
to suit him, wore him down.
Pat, a three quarters-grown police
dog, recently given to the President
with the view of filling the place once
occupied by the departed Tut is show
ing some promise and gives indications
OF IOllOWlng In the footsteps OF MS nople
predecessor as a patrolman, but, accord
ing to the policemen themselves, he is
yet a novice at the work and has a
long way to go before he will I'LL the
boots of the older dog.
Toward the end Of his reign over the
rear grounds of the White House
Tut did his guardian work a little too
well. At least, he was too serious. 1t
was not safe for workmen or others not
we'll known to him to present them
selves in the grounds.
Pat Succeeds Him.
Things grew worse until the time
| arrived when Tut didn't like the sight
Of any one in the yard but the Presi-
dent and Mrs. Hoover or some one "A
policeman's uniform. The dog was
growing thin from nervous worry and
lack of sleep and it was then decided to
change his surroundings.
Pat, his successor, is lkable dog
and is becoming popular, but the
memory Of Tut and hisg quiet dignity
and superintelligence causes a shake
| Of the head on the part of the White
House policemen when asked If Pat will
ever equal Tut. However, Pat Is young
| and his friends are hopeful.