In a recently published and handsomely bound, primed and illustrated volume, first published by Harper Brothers, of New York, Alfred M. Downes, late secretary to the New York fire department, speaks interestingly and attractively of “Firefighters and Their Pets,” in which he shows not only the brave and heroic side of the fireman’s character, but, also, the gentler, as shown in their devotion to their horses and pets—dogs, cats and even monkeys. In this book are related many anecdotes of the sagacity of the animals adopted by the firemen as their pets. Some of these stories, if they were not duly authenticated.and even then might come under the censure of a high official in this country as nature fakes. l ake, for instance, the wellknown Rags, of Engine company No. so called because, on the return of the crew from a fire one terrible cold, snowy winter’s night, she was found as a three-weeks’ old pup, wrapped in a tattered coat and stowed away in a drawer of the house-watch’s desk. She was promptly adopted, and, as she was too young to drink milk out of a saucer, a nursing bottle was bought for her. She grew fat on that treatment too fat any longer to sleep in the drawer — and was transferred to the stall of Jim, the engine horse. The two soon became fast friends. If Rags does not go out of the stall when the alarm rings, Jim will take her up by the back of the neck and run to the pole with her. When visitors come to the house and give the fire horses sugar. Rags will seize hold of them by their clothing, and so present Jim’s claims to the first and biggest lump. Should the horse drop tin sugar, Rags will retrieve the lump, bring it to Jim in his stall, and place it so that he can reach it.


Another dog, I rih by name, whose home was in No. id hook and ladder house, had Nigger, a big black cat, as a fellow dweller in the house a beast as fierce and as savage as Irish was gentle and peace-loving. They did not get on well together. The cat resented the presence of the dog in the firehouse, and lost no chance to remind Irish of her feelings, going so far as to “hand him several very hard knocks While the dog was loyal to the firemen themselves and was a good, loyal tire-going animal, he would not respond on alarms with the hook and ladder company. But, just as soon as the bells struck in the next-door enginehousc, away ran Irishin front of the engine horses, wholly neglectful of the truck. He seemed to feel that, while it was his duty to respond to the fire, his dignity did not require that he should accompany his enemy the cat, who sometimes pretended to follow the hook and ladder. Irish stood the bad manners of the cat as long as any dignified dog could be expected to do; but finally he gave it up in disgust and sought another home for himself.


was the mascot of Engine company No. 50 His great feat was sliding down the pole in the firehouse, and he did it as gracefully as any member of the company. True, he did not come down with a rush like the men, but he would wrap his four paws round the brass rod and let himself down. To play a trick on him. the men would sometimes place a dog at the foot of the pole. Barney would then immediately stop halfway down, carefully take In’bearings, watch for an opening, drop on top of the dog, scratch him once or twice, and then rush to the cellar.


Away down in Arverne one company had Jocko as a monkey mascot, who, as soon as his master touched his waistcoat pocket, to show that he wanted a plug of tobacco, would jump up. take out the stuff, and proudly hand it to the fireman. One day this was done once too often. The fireman wanted his tobacco, but he had forgotten that he had placed $62 in bills in his pocket. Jocko seized the money instead of the tobacco and sped, like a flash of lightning, up through the sleeping rooms. By the time the fireman caught up with him. Jocko was quietly eating a $to bill. and that was all of the roll the fireman could find. After that, Jocko had no more luncheons of greenbacks.

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