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“Everybody expects a bride and groom to be all wrapped up in each other. But with sixty-live
dogs along on their wedding trip, how could they be? Figuratively, at least the bride
groom was always on the roof.”
JENNIE CROCKER. the wealthiest heir
ess of the Pacific Coast, daughter of
the late Colonel Fred Crocker, and
most intimate friend of ‘'Bobby” Sears, of
Boston, is on her wedding trip with sixty
five dogs, and her husband. Her husband
Is Mr. Malcolm Whitman, son of Mr. Will
iam Whitman, one of the ten richest men
of Boston, ex-tennis champion, millionaire
tn his own right and all-round athlete.
He was a widower with two small chil
dren when he fell in love with the West
ern heiress and her dogs.
Long before Miss Crocker fell In love
with Mr. Whitman she was In love with
her dogs. She has more than one hun
dred. Her kennels are valued at SIOO,OOO.
And now she is travelling around the
country with sixty-live of these dogs and
—a husband.
These precious blue-blooded Boston bull
terriers have a special car They have
maids and valets. They have special
food, special water, and the most marvel
ous bed baskets The car is attached to
the special in which the bride and bride
groom are travelling. The "Dog Special"
is well known along the
roads on which it is trav
elling. Mrs Whitman gave
orders at the start of thip
curious "Dog Honeymoon"
that every care should be
given the dogs, oven if the
and Mr. Whitman had to
suffer
n is no new thing for this ton million
dollar heiress to put lit r pets ahead of
herself. She would never be friends wi*h
any one who did not like her dogs Often
she said: I might marry a beggar, a
burglar or a nobleman, but m rer a man
who did not 'ov. my dogs '
So when !r. Wl.ftman asked her to
warry him she said
"You love me.’ Then you ms: >ve
my sixty-five dogs The man who mar
ries me must mart", my family, too."
The ex-tennis champion, whose first
wife had been Mi.-s Janet Mccook, a
cousin of Miss Croc er, being deeply n
love, held up his good tennis arm and
said:
"1 promise to include the sixty-five do.s
in my future household 1 promise or tv
do anything to estrange said slxty-five
dogs from their devoted mistress. I prom
ise to be always gentle, kind and true to
said sixty-five dogs, to love and < herisn
them, so long as they shall live."
The day after these extraordinary prom
ises were made the engagement was an
nounced, and Mr. Whitman urged an early
marriage. Perh ap s he
hoped .hat those pre-nup
tial vows might be forgot
ten. But alas, alack!
Those fond barks haunt
nim still, and he has been
married four weeks. He
has had, he says, "four
weeks of 'dog-gone happiness"
Os course, we can be married in Jnlv.
We might as well get the fuss over with,
but dear, oh dear, I cannot be separated
from my Fit! Bee. my Chiffon Grav or
darling little Panky Pink,” spoke the dog
loving heiress, when Mr. Whitman insist
ed that July 16th should be the happy
day, dogs or not.
Then up spake Aunt Harriet, better
known to New York as Mrs. Charles Al-
M
lit
Crocker.
Many long discussions were held. It.
did seem as though dr Whitman would
literally have to marry the dogs'
As the sixteenth drew near those p r ize
dogs developed all kinds of ailments, in
ran Miss Jennie one day. "Oh! Oh! I
cannot be married' Hippo nop ' -ts a
warm nos. I know he is going to die if
1 go away and leave him'”
It took twenty four kisses and hours es
persuasion to cure the bride-to-be of this
hallucination.
Then the next day more tears. “1 can
not marry you Fit! Bee is. ill. She re
fuses to eat the third plate of imported
trouffles Het heart is breaking because
she senses' that 1 am to leave nor."
Even then Mr. Whitman did not 'ose
courage. He calmed his weeping fiancee
A U
exander "And who, pray, is
Panky Pink and Fist Bee?”
"They are my two dar-
Jinges* new Boston bulls.
They sleep on my bed, and
1 bathe them myself. I
simply cannot go away and
leave them," answered Miss
and mentally cursed the day he had nrom
ised to be gentle and kind to those s’xty
five dogs.
"Listen to my latest plan," said the
noble Boston bred fiance. You shall not
be separated from the dogs. They shall
go with us on our wedding trip!”
“Dogs on our wedding trip! Joyous'
Joyous: Panky Pink to be
our constant companion!
Oh, my dear Malcolm! How
happy you are making me!
But how can we manage it?
We cannot go to England,
then. You know, dear, when
I went to London that year
to be bridesmaid for my cousin, Jean Reid,
the horrid authorities would not let me
take my dogs with me. I had to keep the
darlings on board a barge off the coast
and ‘oh, they were so seasick! I conk
not go through that agony again, even tc
marry you, my dearest one.”
The ex-tennis champion squared his Jaws,
and his shoulders at the same time. "Eng
land is an ungrateful country. Did 1 not
once lick the Doherty brothers in an hon
est tight? 1 will lick 'he whole island for
you. my only one, Imt it will not >e neces
sary. We will not go to England. We
will go where the sixty-five will be wel
comed warmly and with honor."
“Where, oh. where will that be?" signed
Miss Crocker.
"Hawaii'" triumphantly shouted Mr.
Whitman "We will go on our own yacht.
I will have the five port staterooms lone
over into blue and white tiled kennels,
and you shall take the whole sixty-five if
you wish."
Camo busy days for the
bride-to-be She had to be
fitted for her trousseau.
She had to arrange the
thousand and one de
tails tor her very elab
orate $ 00,00 0 ved-
ding, and she had to superintend the "dog
yacht for the "dog honeymoon.” But by
the Fourth of July everything was settled,
the yacht done over into a floatin : kennel
and the flowers ordered for the church
decorations And then the veterinary
surgeon told the bride-to-be that I’.inky
1 ink could not stand an ocean voyage!
And the trip to Honolulu was caneell?' 1 '
All on account of a dog!
But Mr. Whitman was equal to the o.
casion. “We will spend our honeymoon
here in California, my dearest,” he whis
pered to the sad-hearted dog ’over. ‘I
have leased the McCloud River Country
Club for a fortnight. We can have all tlm
dogs there, and when we are not huntin-'
or fishing you can be surrounded by the
whole sixty-five. ’ And he added o him
self, “It is dollars to doughnuts that the
dogs will at last take a back seat.”
But. they did not! The fortnight at the
big Country Club, run bv the Crocl.er
servants just for the bride and bridegroom,
was a phantasmagoria of Boston bulb
Great Danes, French poodles nd loie
making. There was mighty little time for
the latter!
Always there was a dog to I e petted, ■■
tie patted, to be fed, to be worried over
The bridegroom rebelled. "My dear.” lie
said on the last day of the fortnight, “do
you realize that every step we take is
dogged!”
"The worse is yet to come!” “’as his
bride's reply.
Came the day for their departure Ki-sv
The bridegroom said to himself, “We’!,
we will have a few days of peace. The
logs will have to go in the express ear."
"Oh, no, my own husband," sweetly re
plied the bride. "1 have ordered a spe
cial car to be attached to oar tram for
the dogs, so that 1 can visit them every
two hours. Oh, I could not live were i
not for my dogs!"
And so the dog special was «volv.■.;
and the Dog Honeymoon continued!
The child is father of the man. The
girl is mother of the montan. As a child
the little heiress adored her logs and put
them first always. As a girl she did ’lie
same. She can not reform all at once.
The courtship of Mr. Whitman and Miss
Crocker centred on her dogs dr Whit
man married Miss McCook, a niece < f
Mrs. Charles B Alexander, and a daugh
ter of Colonel John McCook, nve year
ago. She died three years ago leaving .-.
child of one year and a babv two days
old. Mr. Whitman was prostrated, and
until recently led a very secluded life
His babies were his only comfort. When
he travelled lie took them with him. with
their several nurses. He would not be
separated from them.
Then he fell in love with another <,r
Mrs. Alexander's nieces, this teti-r.-.i lion
dollar heiress ot the Twin Midaoes of the
Pacific Coast. Fred and Gtorge A. Crock
er. She had been one of the ;>ride.-,maids
at his wedding, but had spent the greater
part of the intervening tim > in London
with the Whitelaw Heids, or iri California
It was during this time that while travel
ing in Europe with one of her prize dogs
the dog died, and its heart-broken owner
sent it away home to California t obe hur
ried in a marble vault at a cost of $3,000.
The girl of tile dogs was well known all
over Europe.
Naturally when Mr. Whitman began
the dog-courtship he had io look pie san:
under all < ircupistances.
"Come.' he would say to the girl ot the
dogs, let ns go walking in the ; ark.”
"Yes. indeed,” she would reply. "\\'e
will take six of the dogs and give' them a
run.”
And so it was all the time. One wag
gish friend sent the following Hassle gem
v :
He is, so far, true to his vows. When
his bride goes to the dog car every two
hours he goes with her, but recently he
has refused to pet Panky Pink cr coax
her to eat more than two plates of trouf
fles for luncheon.
'This is,” the ex-champlon of the tennis
court says, "a dog-gone honeymoon."
to both the lovers:
“Jennie has some little
dog:
Whose fleece is not like
snow;
Everywhere those doggies
walk
Malcolm is sure to go.'
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Miss Malcolm Whitman, nee Jennie Crocker, who has gone on her hon
eymoon with all her canine treasures accompanying her.
