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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.' I i IWWswilS! a M I teWH I > ■■- U -Wl .. : ■ h’OStV-Vj < -/'x X-'•• %*'■' - : >'y '■ 'A-'- <<:y .' 1 1?© " Z i ■ ■'■■?•■> ' < z. if ■ ■ £ : £ ■ , ? ■•■■<. -'«sa .- ■. -.■ .5 <: HI b ' -X $' <; v 4 ; ■ w|m 9 ■ : ♦ Sloi tO®lz v I Ui 31!! JR Wil > < r?' 1 r . < > A" v . A ‘y. .’■>/ As 1 y-S if ■f - n... f. Z '. <- .. A\.y.' ® I <> y z 4 - . - < t II tgOZy. '.’ Z- O x z. i •■■•-. az zZ'x .vZ ■ b W'se y v " j: IQWiB 3 B ■ ' .. a U- : ’.WiMa illwO t z < y A'z*- IMMI PP" J - f W i jj * ■ " ;r< W |fcz ... - > > z MH | lr • ' -AMMi | Miss Malcolm Whitman, nee Jennie Crocker, who has gone on her hon eymoon with all her canine treasures accompanying her.