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August 2, 1911 ] THE P
TOGO.
Togo is a dog of unusual intelligence. He is
very fond of his master's liorse, Billy, and enjoys
riding. Whenever the doctor telephones to the
stable for the horse, Togo immediately goes to
the door ready for a ride. The doctor may call
tip any other number on the telephone, and Togo
pays no attention whatever; but the moment he
gives the stable number, Togo starts for the outer
door. Even though he may be sleeping soundly,
he always knows and hears this number.
When riding, he never allows the doctor to
use the whip on Billy. If he is even touched
with it, Togo barks loudly. He accompanies the
doctor to the hospital, and is a general favorite
with the physicians and nurses. Not long since,
he was sitting by the window in the office waiting
for the doctor, and watching the horse. In
some way it happened that Billy fell down. Immediately
Togo jumped from his seat and ran
harking to the matron, then back again to the
window until he made her understand the
trouble, and call the doctor. A happier dog one
never saw than was Togo as he ran about the
horse, encouraging the men who were assisting
the doctor to get him up on his feet.
Frequently Togo accompanies his master on
business and professional trips. It happened
that one cold morning in January, the doctor
had to take a trip to New Hampshire. The
night before, as he was preparing to go, his
daughter asked if he was to take Togo. The
doctor replied: "No, I think it too cold. He
would certainly need his blanket if he went."
Nothing more was said about it. The family
were astir very early the next morning, helping
the doctor off. Togo seemed to feel very
much disappointed, and evidently decided to
make one more attempt to persuade his master
to take him. He went to the bed-room, took his
blanket from beside the radiator, and placed it
Letters
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl twelve
years old. We have been living on the farm for
seven years and I like it fine. I have a pet lamb
every year. I enjoy reading the children's letters
very much. I will answer Virginia Black's
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Bible. Ans.: Isa. 34:14. Also Katherine McFadden
Martin's: "Who sang praises at midnight
while in prison? Ans. Paul and Silas. And
Marguerite and Matilda Bell's: What good
king's life was lengthened fifteen years? Ans.:
Hezekiah.
Your unknown friend,
Rockbridge Baths, Va. Edna Deacon.
Dear Presbyterian: I have not seen a letter
in your paper from a little Alabama girl in
a long time, so I thought I would write one. My
father takes the Presbyterian and I enjoy reading
the stories and letters in it. I will try to answer
a few questions. Daisy F. Pramie's was:
What is the shortest verse in the Bible! Jesus
wept. Found in the 11th chapter of St.
John and 35th verse. Nannie F. Womack's
was: Who betrayed Jesus! Judas betrayed Jesus.
Will close by asking a question: Who wrote
the first five books of the Bible and what were
they called!
Your little friend,
Birmingham, Ala. Rosamond Mills.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl nine
years old. My aunt takes your paper and I
like the stories in the children's column. I am
not writing this to surprise anybody and if you
do not think it is worth putting in your paper
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near the dining-room door, where the family
were at breakfast. Then after a moment's
pause, he took it in his mouth once more, went
into the office, and placed it over the doctor's
satchel which stood packed upon his desk. Togo
can always tell the satchel which his master
carries to New . Hampshire. Very soon the
doctor came into the office and, seeing what
Togo had done, said, ""Well, Togo, if you wish
to go as much as that, you shall." And he went.
So well does Togo seem to understand English
that he always gets what he is sent for, whether
it be the doctor's medicine case, satchel, rubbers,
or a package. He also tells the doctor's
paucuts ?iicniei" ins master is m nis omce or not.
If there, he pays no attention whatever; but, if
the doctor is not in?it will be of no use for
you to stop longer."?Our Dumb Animals.
RENTING KITTENS.
It was Mark Twain who originated the idea
of renting a cat for the pleasure pf its company.
He was fond of kittens, and when lie found
himself in a quiet country place for a while,
without his pets, he would rent cats by the
month and return them to their homes at the
end of his stay. One* spring he hired three
kittens "at a discount" for five months.
'' They are bfeautiful creatures, these triplets,''
he wrote in his autobiography.
"Two of them wear the blackest and shiniest
and thickest of sealskin vestments all over their
bodies, except the lower half of their faces and
the terminations of their paws. The black
masks reach down below the eyes; therefore,
when the eyes are closed, they are not visible.
The rest of the face, and the gloves and stockings,
are snow white. These markings are just
the same on both cats?so exactly the same that
when you call one, the other is likely to answer,
because they cannot tell each other apart. Since
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just throw it in the waste-basket. I am visiting
at my great grand-father Withrow's old home
but I am going this week to South Carolina
to see my grandpa Fishburne. The first of September
I am going to Sweetwater, Tennessee to
live. My father will teach in the military school
there. I have a little sister named Margaret and
a brother two years old named Edward Bell.
I'll ask a question. Do you know any one who
has read every thing in everyone of your pa
pers since 1879 when it became an eight page
paper? I do.
I am your little friend,
Evelyn Houston Fishburne.
Waynesboro, Va.
Dear Presbyterian: Will you admit a little
boy from South Carolina into your happy band
of boys and girls? I live in the country and
would not exchange my place with a king for
I like country life better than any other kind.
I have two pets. A calf and a kitty. My kitty's
name is Jack. I love to play with them. My
school closed May the 12th. Miss Maggie McKeo
was my teacher, and I hope she will teach us
again for I like her fine. I will close by asking
a question. How many times is the word "it"
printed in the Bible?
Your unknown friend.
Donalds, S. C. Kenneth Seawright.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl thirteen
years old. I go to school every winter and
am in the eighth grade. My desk-mate is Lois
Sharp and I am very fond of her. How many of
you like to read good books? T "~",e do and read
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the cats are precisely alike, and can't be told
apart by any of us, they do not need two names;
so they have but one between them. We call
both of them Sackcloth, and we call the gray one
Ashes."?Ex.
CRANES THAT HERD SHEEP.
The yakamik of South America is, so far as is
known, the only "shepherd bird" anywhere.
We have all known, of course, of dogs that, unaided,
may be trusted to shepherd a flock of
sheep, but a shepherd bird which will drive its
charges to pasture, protect them from prowling
animals, and gather them carefully together at
nightfall to bring them safely home again, is
indeed a unique creature.
The native owners of sheep and poultrv in
Venezuela and British Guiana are the possessors
of this species of crane?for to that family the
yakamik belongs?to which are intrusted sheep,
ducks and other poultry. The South American
sees them depart for their feeding grounds,
secure in the knowledge that the crane will bring
them all back safely. Any unlucky animal detected
by the yakamik while prowling about to
steal gets very much the worst of it. The bird
savagely attacks the marauder with wing and
beak, forcing it to retreat in haste. A dog is
no match at all for the yakamik.
At dusk, the bird returns with its flock, never
ivxriug ua wiijr, iiu umiier now iar it may wander,
for its sense of location is extremely acute. "When
it arrives home, the yakamik roosts upon a tree
or shed near its charges, to be ready to resume
its supervision of them when they are let out
again in the morning.
This queer bird is said to be as affectionate
as it is trustworthy. It will follow its master
about with capers of delight, showing its appreciation
of any attention given it by the most
extraordinary evolutions.?Harper's Weekly.
hildren
almost all the time. I have six brothers. One of
my brothers and one of my sisters are married.
My sister sure has a sweet little baby girl. She
is fifteen months old and can talk just a little
bit. I am a member of Greenville Presbyterian
church but we are without a pastor now. Hope
to have one soon. I will close by asking a question.
Where in the Bible can it be found where
the workmen laid off their clothing to be washed?
Your little friend,
Donalds, S. C. Eva Seawright.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl nine
years old. This is my first letter to you. My papa
takes your paper and I enjoy the stories very
much. I have five pets, four little white chickens
and one little white kitten. I will answer Eugene
Hubbard's question: Who was the last
prophet in the Old Testament? Malachi. I will
also ask a question: What wicked king of Israel
was killed and the dogs licked his blood? Hoping
my letter will not reach the waste-basket,
I am your little unknown friend,
Anniston, Ala. Ella Culberson.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl eight
years old. My father is pastor of Upper Long
Cane church. I am in the third grade at school
I have two kittens and two dogs. I will answer
one of Katherine McFadden Martin's questions.
Paul and Silas sang praises at midnight
while in prison. I will ask a question. How was
Queen Jezebel killed? I hope my letter will not
reach the waste-basket as I want to surprise my
mother.
Your little friend.
Abbeville, S. C. Charlotte Telford.
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