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Showing posts with label 20thc. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 20thc. Show all posts
Monday, November 26, 2018
cat basket
Monday, November 19, 2018
two dashing art types
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Thursday, October 18, 2018
teddy roosevelt wrangles the pets
Theodore Roosevelt's letters to his children are a pleasure to read (except for descriptions of big-game hunting, at which you chalk it up to the times, wince, and move on). They are affectionate, funny, thoughtful, and wide-ranging; there is a passage on Dickens as a writer vs. Dickens as a man which is not at all complimentary toward the latter. The letters are also full of animal news, as the Roosevelt family was fond of pets. Here's a couple of passages from January 1908 about two of the White House zoo, including a kitchen cat that invited itself to an official reception.
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White House, Jan. 2, 1908.
. . . Mother continues much attached to Scamp, who is certainly a cunning little dog. He is very affectionate, but so exceedingly busy when we are out on the grounds, that we only catch glimpses of him zigzagging at full speed from one end of the place to the other. The kitchen cat and he have strained relations but have not yet come to open hostility.
White House, Jan. 27, 1908.
DEAR ARCHIE:
Scamp is really a cunning little dog, but he takes such an extremely keen interest in hunting, and is so active, that when he is out on the grounds with us we merely catch glimpses of him as he flashes by. The other night after the Judicial Reception when we went up-stairs to supper the kitchen cat suddenly appeared parading down the hall with great friendliness, and was forthwith exiled to her proper home again.
-- from Roosevelt, Theodore, 1858-1919. Theodore Roosevelt's Letters to His Children. New York: C. Scribner's sons, 1919. pp. 217-8.
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White House, Jan. 2, 1908.
. . . Mother continues much attached to Scamp, who is certainly a cunning little dog. He is very affectionate, but so exceedingly busy when we are out on the grounds, that we only catch glimpses of him zigzagging at full speed from one end of the place to the other. The kitchen cat and he have strained relations but have not yet come to open hostility.
White House, Jan. 27, 1908.
DEAR ARCHIE:
Scamp is really a cunning little dog, but he takes such an extremely keen interest in hunting, and is so active, that when he is out on the grounds with us we merely catch glimpses of him as he flashes by. The other night after the Judicial Reception when we went up-stairs to supper the kitchen cat suddenly appeared parading down the hall with great friendliness, and was forthwith exiled to her proper home again.
-- from Roosevelt, Theodore, 1858-1919. Theodore Roosevelt's Letters to His Children. New York: C. Scribner's sons, 1919. pp. 217-8.
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
a poem: "dogs begin by being puppies"
THE DOG.
Dogs begin by being puppies,
All of them, both great and small;
But a pup, when he grows up, is
Often not a dog at all.
Ask the crafty sausage seller,
Keeping meanwhile near the door,
Where he gets his meat, and—well-er,
Perhaps we’d better say no more.
Then again, the oily Moses,
Fat cigar and diamond pin,
Oft I wonder if he knows his
Coat is lined with canine skin.
Thus the little dog, no matter
What his walk in life may be—
Sausage-meat, pet, hound, or ratter,
Spends his time most usefully.
-- Lang, Arthur, 1892-1916. Verses. Glasgow: J. Maclehose, 1917. p. 35. Arthur Lang (1892-1916) was a Scottish soldier killed in action in WWI. His poetry, shared privately among friends, was collected and published in remembrance after his death. Most of it is wryly humorous, as you can see from the selection above.
Dogs begin by being puppies,
All of them, both great and small;
But a pup, when he grows up, is
Often not a dog at all.
Ask the crafty sausage seller,
Keeping meanwhile near the door,
Where he gets his meat, and—well-er,
Perhaps we’d better say no more.
Then again, the oily Moses,
Fat cigar and diamond pin,
Oft I wonder if he knows his
Coat is lined with canine skin.
Thus the little dog, no matter
What his walk in life may be—
Sausage-meat, pet, hound, or ratter,
Spends his time most usefully.
Tuesday, May 29, 2018
puppy peace
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