64 
FOREST .AND STREAM 
January, 1918 
A DOG FOOD 
THAT IS 
ALD FOOD 
Made of the finest quality and most 
nourishing ingredients only—includ¬ 
ing Meat Fibrine—SPRATT’S DOG 
CAKES AND PUPPY BISCUITS 
are to-day, as during the last 50 
years, recognized by dog lovers as 
the standard food that maintains 
dogs in perfect health and strength. 
As a change of diet try 
Spratfs Fibo 
The most appetizing granulated Dog Food on the market 
Write for samples and send stamp for Catalogue 
SPRATT’S PATENT LIMITED, 
NEWARK, 
N. J. 
Pointers 
and 
Setters 
GEO. W. LOVELL 
MIDDLEBORO, MASS 
Telephone, 29-M 
Babble brook Kennels, Pittsburgh, Pa. 
(The Kennel that is 
putting “the blazing 
soul of Roderigo” 
hack into the Setter) 
offers the following 
sons of Mohawk ll 
in the stud: Ch. Bab¬ 
blebrook Joe, fee $50; 
Babblebrook Bob, fee 
$40; Babblebrook 
Buster, fee $25; Mo¬ 
hawk Rodfield, fee $20. Ship bitches to Pitts¬ 
field, Pa. 
BABBLEBROOK KENNELS 
220 Third Avenue - - - PITTSBURGH, PA. 
WANTED—Pointers and setters to 
train; game plenty. For sale trained 
setters, also some good rabbit hounds. 
Dogs sent on trial. Dogs boarded. 
Stamp for reply. O. K. Kennels, 
Marydel, Md. 
BREED SOME LIKE THESE 
Help me fill the demand for puppies by 
FRANK’S DEN NO. 34008 
Winner in field trials and bench four out of five 
down against the world’s best 
Winner—2nd, S. W. All Age Quail Trials, 1916 
Winner—2nd, All American Chicken Trials, 1916 
Winner—3rd, S. W. All Age Quail Trials, 1917 
THE SHOOTING DOG WINNER 
Eishel’s Frank-Becky Cott. 
Write for interesting booklet FREE 
Stud Fee $25.00 
H. F. FELLOWS - - - - Springfield, Mo. 
THE BEST IN POINTERS 
Puppies sired by the great Pionters Fishel’s 
Frank and Cham. Comanche Frank out of the 
best bitches living. Broken dogs and brood 
bitches. Write me if you want a shooting dog. 
List free. U. R. Fishel, Box 128, Hope, Indiana. 
WANTED FOR THE 
ARMY 
‘ ‘ O END us a cake or two if you want 
^ to, but for heaven’s sake, if you 
want to please the boys from home, 
just send us a dog.” 1 
That is just a sample of the messages the 
boys of the new National Army are send¬ 
ing back home. Pets are what they want 
and pets they must have, writes Mart Man- 
ley of Our Dumb Friends. 
Down on the border when the regulars 
and national guardsmen were preparing 
for a brush with the Mexicans, the soldiers 
collected many varieties of pets, ranging 
from prairie dogs to burros. Most popular 
of all, however, were dogs. Many of these 
dogs were brought north by the soldiers 
when they returned. These animals still 
remained as mascots for the companies 
and when the war call came they were 
among the first to answer with their barks 
when the bugle called for service in estab¬ 
lishing the rights of democracy. 
Only a week or so ago an incident oc¬ 
curred which showed how much the boys 
in khaki are attached to their pets. 
A troop train was moving southward 
through Tennessee to Camp Sheridan in 
Montgomery, Alabama, where the Ohio na¬ 
tional guardsmen are stationed. The train 
stopped at a tank for water and the pet 
of a crack cavalry troop, a little fox ter¬ 
rier, whose pedigree dated back to border 
service days, leaped from the train to 
stretch his legs. Two toots of the whistle 
sounded and the train rolled on its jour¬ 
ney southward. Suddenly one of the sol¬ 
diers noticed a white speck racing madly. 
after the train. 
“It’s ‘Rookie,’ ” he cried, and immediately 
there was a clamor for the conductor to 
stop the train. In vain the troopers pleaded 
and threatened. The conductor was obdu¬ 
rate. Finally one of the boys said, “Well, 
we can’t go on without ‘Rookie.’ Who’ll 
get off and bring him into camp?” 
Almost every man in the company of¬ 
fered his services. One of the boys was 
chosen, and without hesitancy he leaped 
from the train, which was moving at a 30- 
mile-an-hour rate. Down the embankment 
he rolled, and when his comrades saw him 
rise, they noticed a decided limp. He 
waved to them and started after the dog. 
Two days later the members of the com- ' 
pany were thinking of reporting the ab-' 
sence of the soldier from camp. They 
assembled just before “taps” and decided 
to report on it in the morning. Shortly 
after midnight joyful yelps resounded 
down the silent company street. They 
awakened the sleeping cavalrymen. Leap¬ 
ing from their beds, they ran into the street, j 
“It’s ‘Rookie,’ ” they cried, and crowded 
around to pet their mascot, who responded 
with low barks of affection. Then their ; 
attention was turned to the sorry-looking 
figure leaning against a tent pole. Grimy 
and covered with soot, it was the soldier, 
once a debonair clubman, who had leaped 
from the train to bring back “Rookie.” 
He had traveled two hundred miles on foot 
and on freight train, stopping at back doors 
to ask a bite for himself and his dog. 
That’s just an illustration of the attach- <j 
ment that grows up between a pet and the 
boy in khaki. Almost every picture that 
the boys send home has the pet included in 
the group, the center of attraction. 
