DEAR FRIENDS, ENJOY THE FOLLOWING ARTICLES FROM OLD NEWSPAPERS. PERHAPS YOU WILL RECALL FONDLY IN ONE OR MORE OF THESE STORIES A FRIEND OR RELATIVE. I MYSELF HAVE EXPERIENCED SEVERAL RECOLLECTIONS OF DAYS PAST IN THE STORY OF THE MOST UNFORTUNATE ROCKY, AND ISN'T IT OBVIOUS THAT BENNY LEARNED HIS PECULIAR PRANK FROM SOME YOUNG MISCREANTS ON A HALLOWEEN NIGHT LONG AGO?
Dickie Happy Even If Dog Can't Explain
PLATTEVILLE, July 26, 1946
Whatever bond of companionship existed between Richard "Dickie" Young, son of Mrs. N. C. Young, Platteville, and his dog, Trixie, just before Trixie was hit by a car a week ago and wet-eyed Dickie took the limp form to a ravine to be buried, was nothing compared to that bond today.
Dickie can’t explain it; his mother can't explain it, and Trixie, who was last seen a week ago lying at the bottom of the ravine in a gunny sack, is powerless to explain it.
Last week Trixie was run over by a car. Dickie found him lying unconscious on the parkway. Dickie gathered up the limp form of his constant pal and, tears running down his face, took it into the kitchen where he laid Trixie on the floor. "We did everything we could to revive him," Mrs. Young said, "but our efforts were useless. We felt so badly about it. Dickie cried so hard and I guess I cried too."
Dickie finally put the body of his dog into a gunny sack, loaded it on his coaster wagon, and moved off down the street to "bury" his pet.
HE PRAYED |
BENNY, THE SMART CAT, WILL RING LANCASTER DOORBELLS NO MORE
By Mrs. Davis Crichton - LANCASTER, January 5, 1942
Benny will ring no more doorbells, and the family of Dr. J. H. Fowler will get more sleep, but the family mourns anyway. If Benny's trick of ringing the door bell, picked up all by himself had been tried on any other than a doctor's family it would not have been half as effective. But when a general practitioner's doorbell rings in a small city, it gets answered, no matter what the hour.
Learning to ring the old fashioned doorbell was tantamount to having his own latch key for Benny. He took to staying out until all hours, even 2 and 3 a. m., and ringing the bell when, he was good and ready to call it a night.
MAD DOG AT LANCASTER Wisconsin – June 3, 1853
Rocky the Alcoholic Rooster – Lancaster, Wisconsin September 12, 1948
When the Lancaster canning factory started in on its annual corn pick the other day, that was the signal for Oscar Udelhofen, who lives across the road, to tighten up the fence around his chicken yard. Oscar is trying hard to avoid a situation such as the one which developed a year ago and practically demoralized his flock.
Up to canning time last year, Oscar says, he owned as home loving a flock of chickens as ever stretched a budget. Rocky especially. That year old White Rock was as steady and dependable as any rooster that ever preened a feather. He was Oscar's pride and joy. That is, he was until one day he learned what the hot September sun could do to corn juice
It is probable, as some hotly argue, that it was one of his more frivolous consorts who led him astray after having discovered for herself the potentialities of the liquid that trickles down the tiled aides of the canning company's two silos whenever the doors, are opened.
Credible witnesses insist that a hen was seen heading, for home, wings akimbo, weaving slightly like a fine lady on too high heels, cackling hysterically every step of the way. And Rocky, gentleman that he was, had to accompany her back to see what it was all about.
Be that as it may, Rocky's advent into the canning company yard was the beginning of a debacle. Rocky's whole disposition seemed to change, his owner asserts. In all his life he never before had set foot off the place. Suddenly home was just a place to roost. "We'd be getting up In the morning," says Oscar, "and look out, and there he'd go, walking out on us, ruffled and unkempt and strictly on the loose. It was sickening."
At the plant the yard men found it hard to concentrate on their work and still watch the antics of Rocky and his flock. ''Goofiest thing you ever saw," says one. "They'd drink, and then walk around in dizzy circles, lifting their feet high off the ground like stepping over felled saplings. That old rooster crowed himself hoarse and flapped his wings and ruffled his neck feathers like a fighting cock."
The hens were right in there holding up their end, the men insisted, But Rocky was the pacemaker. Toward the end of the day, when he found it slightly difficult to maintain his balance, he used to sidle around and back up to the silo, lean heavily against the side and with a silly look on his face just let the stuff dribble down into his beak.
Nipper The Dog Gets Screen Test in Hollywood – Platteville, WI. August 19, 1934