Toby Was A Sad Dog!

Illustration:  Toby, Mr. Punch’s 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.

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.

My Dog Spinning All Dressed Up!

Illustration:  She went to the sempstress  To buy him some linen,  But when she came back,  The Dog was a-spinning.  Mother Hubbard  Illustrations by Walter Crane  John Lane & The Bodley Head: London & New York. 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.

Rats Are Medicine!

Illustration:  Better Again.  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.

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.

Please Help Poor Bossy!

Illustration:  “Poor bossy!”  Mary’s Little Lamb.  Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. 1906.

The cow, when she saw the little girls, went “Moo-oo-oo!” as if she were trying to say, “Can’t you help me?”

“Poor bossy!” said Alice; “I’ll try and help you.”

It was hard work, but after patient efforts bossy was released, and then she went “Moo-oo” again, as though she said, “Thank you.”

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Mary’s Little Lamb.

Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. 1906.

A Very Superior Dog!

Illustration:  “Dash, the Dachshund.”  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.

“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.

Friend or Foe?

Illustration:  Strange Friends.  Funny Stories About Funny People.  Illustrations by J. G. Francis, J. C. Shepherd, F. J. Merrill, Palmer Cox, George F. Barnes and Others.  National Publishing Company: Philadelphia. Ca 1905.

STRANGE FRIENDS.

What do you think of that?

A bird in love with a cat.

This picture you see,

Is as true as can be;

Puss comes every day

At the risk of a fall,

To visit her friend

On the top of the wall;

For hours together

They’ll romp in this way,

Then the cat will go home,

And the bird fly away.

Funny-Stories-About-Funny-People-Strange-Friends

Funny Stories About Funny People.

Illustrations by J. G. Francis, J. C. Shepherd, F. J. Merrill, Palmer Cox, George F. Barnes and Others.

National Publishing Company: Philadelphia. Ca 1905.

Stranger Danger!

Illustration:  Scarecrow.  The Three Bears’ Picture Book.  Illustrated by Walter Crane.  George Routledge and Sons: London & New York.

“The scarecrow was so sympathetic that they became great friends.”

So he stumbled along by himself till he came to a clearing. There were bright red flags fluttering on the edges of it, and in the middle of the field stood a tall, thin man with a gun pointing straight at Paul.

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In The Miz.

Written by Grace E. Ward.

Illustrations by Clara E. Atwood.

Little, Brown, & Co.: Boston. 1904.

A Dog’s Life!

Illustration:  OUR FRIEND THE DOG.  By Maurice Maeterlinck.  Illustrated by Cecil Alden.  Dodd, Mead & Company: New York. 1913.

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.

Illustration:  OUR FRIEND THE DOG.  By Maurice Maeterlinck.  Illustrated by Cecil Alden.  Dodd, Mead & Company: New York. 1913.

OUR FRIEND THE DOG.

By Maurice Maeterlinck.

Illustrated by Cecil Alden.

Dodd, Mead & Company: New York. 1913.

A Boy And His Horse!

Illustration:  Hassan And His Horse.  Kids of Many Colors.  By Grace Duffie Boylan and Ike Morgan.  Hurst and Company Publishers: New York. CA 1909.

Hassan and His Horse

 Some time in the night he felt

Atair searching for his belt.

 

In his teeth he seized it fast,

Raised the boy and swiftly passed

 

All the guards that sleeping lay;

Cleared the camp, and sped away

 

Toward the black tent in the South

With his master in his mouth.

 

Lightly fell his flying feet –

Never was a horse so fleet;

 

Pausing not until once more

Hassan was before his door. . .

Illustration:  Hassan And His Horse.  Kids of Many Colors.  By Grace Duffie Boylan and Ike Morgan.  Hurst and Company Publishers: New York. CA 1909.

 

Kids of Many Colors.

By Grace Duffie Boylan and Ike Morgan.

Hurst and Company Publishers: New York. CA 1909.

 

Cruel Secrets of Death.

Illustration:  Bulldog Puppy.  OUR FRIEND THE DOG  By Maurice Maeterlinck.  Illustrated by Cecil Alden.  Dodd, Mead & Company: New York. 1913.

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.

Illustration:  Bulldog Puppy.  OUR FRIEND THE DOG  By Maurice Maeterlinck.  Illustrated by Cecil Alden.  Dodd, Mead & Company: New York. 1913.

OUR FRIEND THE DOG

By Maurice Maeterlinck.

Illustrated by Cecil Aldin.

Dodd, Mead & Company: New York. 1913.