“MR. BUBBLES.”
Animal Antics
By Louis Wain
Illustration by Matthews.
S. W. Partridge & Co: London. Ca 1900-1910.
Toby, Mr. Punch’s Dog.
This also is not one of our dogs. He belongs to a Punch and Judy man, but we made his acquaintance last summer at the seaside. Pat and he became very friendly, so we saw more of Toby than we should have done otherwise.
Toby was a sad dog. He always looked unhappy, which was rather against him in his profession, for it was his business to amuse people. At the same time he worked hard, and bit Mr. Punch’s nose at the right moment, and after that he collected money in a little tin which he held in his mouth, and he never forgot to wag his tail by way of saying “thank you.”
He was still more sad when we were leaving, but we hope to see him next summer, so as to cheer him up a little. Needless to say, we never hear from him; after all, he is not the same class as our dogs.
Our Dear Dogs.
Father Tuck’s Happy Hour Series.
Raphael Tuck & Sons, Ltd.: London-Paris-Berlin-New York-Montreal. Printed in the Fine Art Works in Saxony.
Publishers to Their Majesties The King & Queen, & Her Majesty Queen Alexandra. Ca 1910.
She went to the sempstress
To buy him some linen,
But when she came back,
The Dog was a-spinning.
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She went to the hosier’s
To buy him some hose,
But when she came back,
He was drest in his clothes.
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She went to the sempstress
To buy him some linen,
But when she came back,
The Dog was a-spinning.
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Mother Hubbard
Illustrations by Walter Crane
John Lane & The Bodley Head: London & New York. Ca 1910.
Better Again.
It’s all right, I am happy to say. We had not to send for the dog-doctor after all. Bob is better, indeed he is quite well, somebody called out “Rats,” and up he jumped, and flew out of his kennel, and was off with Jim, the fox terrier on a rat hunt. My brother says he was shamming. Perhaps you don’t know what that is, it means that he was pretending to be ill, but I don’t think so myself, I believe that the very name of rats is like a medicine to Bob, and does him good.
Our Dear Dogs.
Father Tuck’s Happy Hour Series.
Raphael Tuck & Sons, Ltd.: London-Paris-Berlin-New York-Montreal. Printed in the Fine Art Works in Saxony.
Publishers to Their Majesties The King & Queen, & Her Majesty Queen Alexandra. Ca 1910.
“There sat the dog, with eyes as large as tea-cups.”
He opened the first door. Yes, there sat the dog, with eyes as large as tea-cups, staring at him.
“There’s a good dog!” said the soldier, as he spread the witch’s apron on the floor, and lifted the beast on to it. He then filled his pockets with the copper coins in the chest, shut the lid, put the dog back into his place, and passed on into the second room.
There sat the second dog, with eyes as large as mill-stones.
“You had really better not stare at me so,” said the soldier; “it will hurt your eyes!” As he said this he set the dog down on the witch’s apron and lifted the lid of the chest. No sooner did he catch sight of all the silver it held than he threw away his copper coins, and filled his pockets and his knapsack with the shining silver.
He now passed on into the third room. What a start he got! A dog in this room had a pair of eyes each as large as a big round tower, and they kept rolling round and round in his head like wheels.
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From the story “The Tinder-Box.”
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
“Dash, the Dachshund.”
This is not our dog, he belongs to a friend of ours and often comes to see us. He is quite at home at our place and is very friendly with our dogs.
Dash is a very polite and gentlemanly creature, his coat is sleek and shiny and is always beautifully clean, and he hates the wet and mud, and is most careful where he walks. Altogether he is a very superior dog.
Our Dear Dogs.
Father Tuck’s Happy Hour Series.
Raphael Tuck & Sons, Ltd.: London-Paris-Berlin-New York-Montreal. Printed in the Fine Art Works in Saxony.
Publishers to Their Majesties The King & Queen, & Her Majesty Queen Alexandra. Ca 1910.
When everything had quieted down and the two lovers were sitting side by side on the sofa, the actress, pretending she was shy, picked up Button and held him up to her face to kiss. Fatal moment for her, for true to his plans, Button planted one claw in her wig and pulled it down over her eyes, while with the other forepaw he scratched her face and clawed her breast with his hind ones.
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Billy Whiskers in the Movies.
By Frances Trego Montgomery.
Illustrated by Paul Hawthorne.
The Saalfield Publishing Company: Akron, Ohio and New York. 1921.
“The Little Man and His Gun.”
There was a little man, and he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
He went unto the brook, and he shot a little duck,
And hit her right through the head, head, head.
Then he went home unto his little wife Joan,
And bade her a good fire make, make, make,
To roast the little duck he had shot at the brook,
Whilst he went and shot the drake, drake, drake.
NURSERY COLORED PICTURE BOOK.
McLOUGHLIN BROS.: NEW YORK. Ca 1870.
“THE SONG WAS ‘THREE BLIND MICE.’ ”
From the story “The Extraordinary Adventures of Dicker and Me.”
Chapter IV. – The Concert – And How Dicker Played a Trick.
PETER PIPER’S PEEP SHOW or All the Fun of the Fair.
Written by S. H. Hamer.
With Illustrations by Lewis Baumer and Harry B. Neilson.
Cassell And Company, Ltd.: London, Paris, New York & Melbourne. 1906.
We now, to return to Pelleas, know pretty well what to do and how to behave on the master’s premises. But the world does not end at the house-door, and, beyond the walls and beyond the hedge, there is a universe of which one has not the custody, where one is no longer at home, where relations are changed. How are we to stand in the street, in the fields, in the market-place, in the shops? In consequence of difficult and delicate observations, we understand that we must take no notice of passers-by; obey no calls but the master’s; be polite, with indifference, to strangers who pet us. Next, we must conscientiously fulfill certain obligations of mysterious courtesy toward our brothers the other dogs; respect chickens and ducks; not appear to remark the cakes at the pastry-cook’s, which spread themselves insolently within reach of the tongue; show to the cats, who, on the steps of the houses, provoke us by hideous grimaces, a silent contempt, but one that will not forget; and remember that it is lawful and even commendable to chase and strangle mice, rats, wild rabbits and, generally speaking, all animals (we learn to know them by secret marks) that have not yet made their peace with mankind.
All this and so much more! . . . Was it surprising that Pelleas often appeared pensive in the face of those numberless problems, and that his humble and gentle look was often so profound and grave, laden with cares and full of unreadable questions?
Alas, he did not have time to finish the long and heavy task which nature lays upon the instinct that rises in order to approach a brighter region. . . An ill of a mysterious character, which seems specially to punish the only animal that succeeds in leaving the circle in which it is born; an indefinite ill that carries off hundreds of intelligent little dogs, came and put an end to the destiny and happy education of Pelleas. And now all those efforts to achieve a little more light; all that ardour in loving, that courage in understanding; all that affectionate gaiety and innocent fawning; all those kind and devoted looks, which turned to man to ask for his assistance against unjust death; all those flickering gleams which came from the profound abyss of a world that is no longer ours; all those nearly human little habits lie sadly in the cold ground, under a flowering elder-tree, in a corner of the garden.
OUR FRIEND THE DOG.
By Maurice Maeterlinck.
Illustrated by Cecil Alden.
Dodd, Mead & Company: New York. 1913.
Miss. Long Legs took it at a bound.
“Mercy, see that cow run!” exclaimed the red cow. “The farmer discovered her and set his dogs on her.”
“Land sakes!” exclaimed old Brindle, “she is going to run into that barbed wire fence without seeing it.”
But no, Miss. Long Legs took it at a bound, showing it was not the first fence of the kind she had jumped.
“Oh, what a shame! Just see what a lot of corn she has knocked over and trampled down, dodging those dogs.”
“Here she comes now!” exclaimed the red cow. “Let us be very cool to her to show her we don’t approve of such high-headed, ill-bred manners as one neighbor’s cow stealing corn out of another neighbor’s field.”
COWS AND CALVES.
Written by Frances Trego Montgomery.
Illustrations by Hugo Von Hofsten.
Barse & Hopkins Publishers: New York. 1912.
“The St. Bernard’s Visitors.”
Rex is what you might call a noble dog. He is very good natured, he looks after the weak, . . Rex allows the fowls to feed out of his dish, and they are not a bit afraid of him.
Then this big dog will let our baby ride on his back, you have to hold her on, you know, or she would tumble off, and that would never do.
Rex can be cross if he likes, and when tramps come into our garden, he barks and growls, so that they walk off in very quick time.
Our Dear Dogs.
Father Tuck’s Happy Hour Series.
Raphael Tuck & Sons, Ltd.: London-Paris-Berlin-New York-Montreal. Printed in the Fine Art Works in Saxony.
Publishers to Their Majesties The King & Queen, & Her Majesty Queen Alexandra. Ca 1910.
But once the little thing fell off a chair,
And put his shoulder out with that sad tumble;
The doctor set and bound it up with care,
While Puffy looked so very wan and humble.
One day he ran out in the street to play
With little friends (his Missis, who will warn her!)
He strays too far, – at last is borne away
By a bad man who lived just round the corner.
To his poor Missis none can comfort say,
Her grief by sighs and tears so plainly marking:
When he’d been gone a twelvemonth and a day,
Outside the door was heard familiar barking.
The Three Bears’ Picture Book.
Illustrated by Walter Crane.
George Routledge and Sons: London & New York.
I have lost, within these last few days, a little bull-dog.
He had just completed the sixth month of his brief existence. He had no history. His intelligent eyes opened to look out upon the world, to love mankind, then closed again on the cruel secrets of death.
OUR FRIEND THE DOG
By Maurice Maeterlinck.
Illustrated by Cecil Aldin.
Dodd, Mead & Company: New York. 1913.
Ride away, ride away,
Johnny shall ride,
And he shall have pussy-cat
Tied to one side;
And he shall have little dog
Tied to the other,
And Johnny shall ride
To see his grandmother.
Mother Goose Volland Popular Edition.
Edited by Eulalie Osgood Grover.
Illustrated by Frederick Richardson.
Published by P. F. Volland Company: New York, Chicago & Toronto. 1921.
Ride, baby, ride,
Pretty baby shall ride,
And have a little puppy dog tied to her side,
And a little pussy cat tied to the other,
And away she shall ride
To see her grandmother,
To see her grandmother,
To see her grandmother.
A Book of Nursery Rhymes.
Arranged by Charles Welsh.
Illustrated by Clara E. Atwood.
D. C. Heath & Co., Publishers: Boston, New York, Chicago. Ca 1901.
PUFFY
About a pretty dog I have to tell, –
A Maltese dog, so curly, white, and fluffy;
His nose was pinker than a pink sea-shell,
His eyes were also pink, – his name was PUFFY.
When he was six weeks old, quite small and scared,
He came unto the house of his new Missis:
His teeth were sharp, he bit so hard,
She cried, “Oh what a charming doggie this is!”
When Puffy slept he rolled himself up tight,
And looked just like a little worsted bundle;
He used a large round stool to roll and bite,
Which on the floor his Missis used to trundle.
The Three Bears’ Picture Book.
Illustrated by Walter Crane.
George Routledge and Sons: London & New York.