Quick! Lead Me Out! (Jun, 1931)

Please, someone save this pony! He needs help oh so bad.

Quick! Lead Me Out!

And You May Have Me

“Help—I’m caught in these terrible stockyards. I’m hungry! Starving! I don’t know how to get to that big sack of oats on the outside. What boy or girl will lead me out?”



By Richard C. Redmond

DID any birds kick the bucket in your house lately? If they did, you can bury them in a miniature bird coffin designed and built by Bob Carpenter of Buffalo, N. Y., founder of The American Pet Casket Co.

Bob’s tiny coffins-for-the-birds idea was hatched one day when he heard a woman complain about the scarcity of suitable caskets for dear departed songsters. He checked the local pet shops and found only a crude wooden box used for the purpose.

Searching the WORLD for Queer Pets (Sep, 1931)

Searching the WORLD for Queer Pets

by H.H. Dunn

From all corners of the globe come the queer animals which modern fashion demands as pets—koa bears, ocelots, even boa constrictors. Read why alligators and raccoons have gone out of style while chimpanzees have become popular.

TIME was when the dog, cat and canary, with an occasional parrot, satisfied the demands of civilized man for pets, but today not less than half a hundred other animals and birds have been added to the list.

Cat Mothers White Mice (Jun, 1931)

Cat Mothers White Mice

“PATSY,” pet cat of Miss Madge Mahoney, of Brooklyn, must have read all about the peace talk in Washington and decided to take it to heart, for she has put aside all her feline hatred of her age-old enemies, rats, and is mothering four white rodents as if they were her kittens. At the left we see her having a meal of milk with her foster children without any hard feelings whatever.

Porkers Fed by Automatic Mother (Sep, 1931)

Porkers Fed by Automatic Mother
FINDING himelf confronted with the task of providing nourishment for a litter of little porkers that had lost their mother, a Glens Falls, New York farmer rigged up an automatic mother which seemed to fill the bill quite satisfactorily. The squeals of hunger were quieted by means of a bottle and siphon arrangement, and now the little pigs suckle contentedly from a nipple, as you can see from the photo below.

Raises Chickens Without Wings (Nov, 1929)


Raises Chickens Without Wings

AFTER five years of experimental breeding among chickens, Dr. R. T. Renwald, Omaha laboratory technician, has produced a species without wings or toenails. According to Dr. Renwald, when chickens moult their wing feathers, egg production is reduced to such an extent that an average yield per hen is 50 eggs a year.


IT’S said that every dog has his day. Bobbie, an upper-crust Great Dane, really has it and is he barking it up! His master, Alden J. Senegal of Los Angeles, built Bobbie a plush ranch-style doghouse which has a TV antenna, chimney, doorbell, real doggy wallpaper, blue shag rug and— a swimming pool! But life isn’t all a forest of fire hydrants; Bobbie must sleep in his master’s house every night as a watchdog.

Reluctant Taxidermist (Aug, 1954)

Reluctant Taxidermist

Movie editor Bonn retired 27 years ago to enjoy his hobby but now he’s back in business.

By Peter Hill Gannet

TWENTY-SEVEN years ago John H. Bonn, then living in Portchester, N. Y., was a successful motion picture production editor with Paramount Pictures.

Taxidermy was only his hobby and at that time he was rather new at it. He’d been a fan only three years. It had always fascinated him, perhaps because of his love of animals and his appreciation of their beauty. It would be natural for him to try to duplicate nature’s handiwork.

Radiophone to Rid Siberia of Wolves (Jul, 1931)

Radiophone to Rid Siberia of Wolves

RADIO telephones placed at intervals throughout the wolf-infested regions of Siberia so that the whereabouts of these dangerous pests can be easily discovered is the latest means proposed by Soviet officials to rid the vast plains of the country of the wolf menace, long an obstacle to settlement and safe travel.


ONE of the refugees in the recent Mississippi flood was an old Plymouth Rock hen who floated around on her box-board raft until she was rescued. The photograph shows biddy registering joy as her owner approaches in a canoe. The hen may be seen to be wearing a complacent, self-satisfied expression, but it must be explained in extenuation that it’s a rare chick which grows up to become captain, first mate, and roustabout of her own Mississippi steamer!