164 DAN BEARD'S ANIMAL BOOK 



In vain did I look for my charming model's 

 name on trunk or tub, it was not there. 



Not only do our funny old-fashioned cousins 

 from the other side of the water bedaub their bag- 

 gage with their names and full titles until it looks 

 like an American circus man's luggage, but, with 

 the most unconscious bad taste they scrawl their 

 titles across the hotel register in this fashion : 



Major General Beefjuice, Sir and Lady, Hong- 

 kong. 



Lady Milldew and Maid, London. 



The Right Reverend Bishop of Moosjaw. 



Colonel Pigsticker and Valet, South Africa. 



Below which may appear : 



Bill Jones and Valise, Yonkers. 



But nowhere in this distinguished company could 

 I find my brown-eyed model's name or title ; it was 

 not on the register, yet I knew she was stopping at 

 this hotel and that her family was as old as any 

 of the titled names registered on bathtub or trunk. 

 In truth my model family always moved in circles 

 more exalted than those frequented by the queer 

 but genial and pleasant mannered tourists from old 

 England or even Bill Jones from Yonkers. 



MY BEAUTIFUL MODEL NANNIE 



was a born aristocrat whose parents moved only in 

 the highest circles. 



Indeed,. if you wish to visit her family estate you 

 must be first certain that your heart is all right, 



