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"Wombats and Such"
Calvin and Grace Coolidge and Their Pets
by David Pietrusza
Calvin and Grace Coolidge and Their Pets
by David Pietrusza
Calvin and Grace Coolidge certainly lived up to those words--and more. Before, during, and
after their White House years, the Coolidges kept a dizzying array of pets. From cats and dogs,
canaries and mockingbirds, to wombats and raccoons, the Coolidges surrounded themselves
with four-footed or feathered creatures.
We know that Calvin Coolidge's involvement with animals began early, right here as a matter of
fact, at Plymouth Notch--a place where there was little human company--and where shy young
Calvin had trouble interacting with even the few souls that happened to be nearby. "Like many
shy people," historian Hendrik Booraem wrote in his study of Coolidge's early years The
Provincial: Calvin Coolidge and His World, 1885-1895, "he found comfort in animals, with
whom it was possible to have a relationship without the strain of verbal communications. There
were numerous cats around the Notch, as in most dairy farming areas, to keep down the mice
in the barns. Many farm children, and farm families for that matter, were fond of them; many a
farmhouse in Vermont had a 'cat door' in its kitchen. To Calvin they were real friends. His
letters home from college in later years contained comments or questions about the family cats
almost as often as any references to humans at the Notch. One of the stories of his childhood
involves his going to some trouble to save a litter of kitchens from being drowned. He liked
teasing cats, not like other boys, for the amusement of his comrades, but for his own and, one
could say, for that of the cats. His attitude toward horses was quite similar. His grandfather
Coolidge, who died when he was six, had been a horseman and stockbreeder, and had taught
him to ride. He rode horseback by himself a lot, because, as he put it 'a horse is good
company.'"
Now, as one might expect, Calvin often kept his emotions about such "good company" to
himself, often disguising his feelings with the most mordant of comments--even in later life. Once
Grace Coolidge received a Maltese Angora cat from a friend. He persisted in calling the
creature"Mud,"--for, as he noted, "anyone can see that his name is mud." And although Grace
would write "Mr. Coolidge and I are particularly found of cats," her husband would take
fiendish glee in stashing an early family cat, "Bounder," in various unlikely places--including the
hall clock and the porch roof. "Sometimes," Grace once recalled, "I would hear [Bounder's]
"Meow" in a tone that, being interpreted, meant "Help," and I knew that his master had hidden
him in some outlandish place and I was expected to rescue him."
Yet it should not be construed that no emotional bonds developed between the taciturn Mr.
Coolidge and the family's felines--in fact, author Ishbel Ross claimed he liked cats far more than
did Mrs. Coolidge. Miss Ross may have indeed been right. When Calvin took office in the state
legislature in 1907, the reigning household tabby, Climber, missed his master so much "he pined
away and died."
In the White House, the Coolidges again had cats, this time two kittens named Tiger (or Tige)
and Blacky. The President enjoyed walking around the White House with Tige draped round
his neck. On one occasion, Tige provided the President with an opportunity to put an
oppressive guest in her place. Journalist John Lambert described the occasion:
"A feminine guest at a White House luncheon had obviously sought this opportunity to belabor
her pet enemy. This enemy happened to be an American ambassador who was understood by
the Administration to have performed meritorious service. But, according to the lady's estimate,
he was rough, uncouth, uncultured, and lacking in respect for the customs, traditions, and
ceremonials of the ancient court to which he had been assigned.
"Tige, the old black cat that is almost a White House tradition, had sauntered into the room and
was lazily rubbing itself against the table leg. The President turned to the person upon his right
and said in a voice that was quite audible to the shrewish woman upon his left,"That is the third
time that cat has stopped at this table."
The Coolidges had a green collar made for Tiger--a red one for Blacky. On both collars were
affixed engraved name plates reading "The White House." Eventually, Tiger disappeared, and
Mrs. Coolidge theorized "perhaps, instead of safeguarding him with the collar, we had made
him a too attractive and tempting souvenir." Blacky, however, remained at 1600 Pennsylvania
Avenue, usually preferring to take his chances in the kitchen rather than commune with the First
Couple upstairs.
There may been a reason beyond a sniffing around for snacks that caused Blacky to avoid the
President's quarters. Colonel Edmund Starling, chief of the President's Secret Service detail,
related that just before Coolidge's inauguration in March 1925 he found Coolidge "in the
basement putting a black cat in a crate with a rooster, just to see what would happen."
After the President's death, Grace had at least one more cat. We know this because of a photo
that remains of her bestowing awards to a group of Eagle Scouts at her Northampton home.
Her cat, a huge white creature has draped itself on the shoulders of one scout"or perhaps was
placed there by the mischievous former First Lady.
"A Dog Is No Joke"
During Coolidge's 1920 vice-presidential campaign, his family received a Belgian police dog,
Judy the First. Initially the two Coolidge boys--John and Calvin--attempted to send the dog to
their paternal grandfather up in Vermont, but Colonel Coolidge refused the honor--which
seemed to be just as well since the Coolidges were just as pleased to have Judy the First
remain with them. Just before the election Calvin reported on the pooch to his father:
"Your dog is growing well. She has bitten the ice man, the milkman, and the grocerman. It is
good to have some way to get even with them for the high prices they charge for everything."
A week and a half later, Calvin updated his father on events:
"I had a picture sent to you of your dog taken with Grace. You will see she is a good dog. She
has not bitten anyone lately so the trades people still come to the house."
Judy the First, however, did not have staying power. A "nervous disorder" laid her low, and the
veterinarian had to put her away. "We all felt very badly," wrote the new Vice-President.
A Bird in the Hand
When the Coolidges moved to Washington in the spring of 1921, they resided not in a private
residence but rather in the Willard Hotel at 1401 Pennsylvania Ave. Thus they had no room for
such relatively large pets as cats or dogs. So Grace resorted to whatever critters came her way.
"The members of Washington society were not the only ones who partook of vice presidential
hospitality," she once wrote:
"We were also at home to a family of mice, who had a private entrance behind a large
davenport placed across one corner of the dining room, which served as a sitting room for we
had our meals downstairs in the main dining room. Seated at my desk one evening I was
suddenly aware that I had a visitor, who had arrived unannounced and was sitting up looking
me over as critically as any other guest who had favored me with a call. Finding me amiable, he
got down and began an inspection of the place. I made no protest, sitting quite still and allowing
him to go about at his will. Having completed his tour of investigation, he disappeared beneath
the davenport, presumably to report on his findings to his family, and I arose to do a little
investigating of my own, discovering that he had made his exit by way of a small semicircular
hole in the baseboard just above the concrete flooring. On several succeeding evenings we
were dining out, but on the next evening which we spent at home my little visitor in gray was
back again and brought one of the children. In accordance with the rules of hospitality I served
tea. The larder afforded only pieces of dry cracker, but these seemed to meet with approval
and were quickly nibbled away. From then on, Father Gray looked to me for daily food for his
family, consisting of himself and his wife and several children. Mother Gray was a rather portly
lady, and when she paid me a visit she found the doorway a bit low and narrow, but she was
resourceful as well as plump, and she managed to enter by turning over on her back, placing
her feet against the baseboard and pushing herself through. I brought all sorts of delicacies from
the hotel table for the delectation of these visitors of mine, and I firmly believe that I thus
acquired some friends in Washington who would have pronounced me the perfect hostess.
Their favorite form of amusement was to scramble up the outside corners of the metal scrap
basket and from the edge jump into the wastepaper in the bottom, as I have seen boys climb to
the beams of a hayloft and jump into the hay. When all were buried in the bottom I would tip
over the container, and after they had run out, set it up again, and they would repeat the
performance. I think they missed me when I had gone, and I often wonder how they fared.
"I saw them last in the spring of 1923. The short session of Congress adjourned on the fourth of
March and we went home. When we returned unexpectedly in August, all was changed, and
there was so much hustle and bustle, so much moving about of busy feet, that the shy little
creatures dared not venture forth, even if they were there."
While the Coolidges resided at the Willard, a friend suggested to Grace that she get a canary.
Before that happened, however, Grace and Cal moved into a semi-private house. The friend
inquired as to whether she still wanted a bird. "Yes," she replied, "two." And so the Coolidges
became owners of their first two birds, Nip and Tuck, two olive green canaries. Eventually they
were followed by a white canary (Snowflake), another canary (Peter Piper), a "yellow bird"
(Goldy), and a trush (Old Bill). When the Coolidges spent the summer in the Adirondacks in
1926 four birds went along.
Also at home in the White House was an unnamed mockingbird. This last bird caused a bit of
problem for the First Lady, for she found out that keeping mockingbirds in confinement in the
District of Columbia was punishable by a $5 fine and a month in jail. "I was reluctant to part
with my chorister," Grace revealed, "but I was even more averse to embarrassing my country
by the imprisonment of its First Lady."
"But the bird with character," wrote Ishbel Ross, "was Do-Funny, a trained troupial from South
America who sometimes lit on the President's shoulder and tweaked his ear, or jabbered madly
at Mrs. Coolidge. He belonged to the oriole family and was about the size of a crow, with vivid
flashes of yellow and blue in his shiny dark plumes. He was loud and raucous when annoyed,
but . . . had a flutelike whistle for Mrs. Coolidge. When let out of his cage he would eat from
her mouth and whistle. He liked to catch food or little wads of paper in his bill. When she
whistled to him from another room he delighted her by answering."
Cal's Best Friends
The Coolidge White House also witnessed a virtual parade of canine houseguests. First to
arrive was Peter Pan, a wire-haired fox terrier. Peter Pan, however, was too nervous to adjust
to the hustle and bustle of White House life and was soon departed for quieter quarters.
Before Peter Pan left, however, Paul Pry (the half-brother of Warren Harding's famous airedale
Laddy Boy) arrived. Paul Pry was yet another problem for the First Couple. "He," Grace wrote
to friends,"is like some people, always keeping you guessing and always being funny. True to
his breeding he assumed charge over one individual, that one in his case being me and he will
not let my maid come into my room to pick up my things if I am not there." Before long he too
departed the scene.
Still more dogs came--and went. There was Tiny Tim, a red chow-chow puppy who arrived in
celebration of a presidential birthday. Tiny Tim, never did warm in the slightest to the
President--or vice versa--and soon became known as Terrible Tim. Diana of Wildwood, a
white collie puppy first traveled to the White House via airplane and arrived covered in a coat
of dark black grease. She later became known as Calamity Jane, a nickname that Mrs.
Coolidge commented "seemed to fit her well."
Grace and son John smuggled Blackberry, a black chow, along on the summer 1927
presidential trip to the Black Hills. Blackberry eventually became the property of John's
"Certain Young Lady" (as Grace termed his future bride).
Ruby Ruff, a brown and white collie, was literally left at the White House door. King Cole, a
black Belgian Gruenendahl, eventually was farmed out to a schoolteacher. Beauty, yet another
white collie, served as the President's companion in retirement back in Northampton.
Palo, a black and white English Setter, was a bird dog. Coolidge gave him to Colonel Starling,
who in turn sent Palo to his Kentucky farm to complete his training in birding.
The most famous of White House dogs, however, were the collies Rob Roy and Prudence
Prim.
They were a striking pair, made all the more noticeable by the baths of blueing they underwent
to provide an even greater gleam to their white coats.
Prudence Prim took a particular shine to Mrs. Coolidge--and vice versa. "I loved her well,"
said the First Lady. The two were inseparable. Once Grace constructed a straw bonnet
festooned with ferns and green ribbons for the dog, who wore it quite proudly to a White
House garden party. Grace also had calling cards made up for Prudence Prim and would leave
them behind with her own when she went a calling. When the dog died during the First Family's
trip to the Black Hills, Grace was grief-stricken. "Rob [Roy] and I shared a common sorrow,"
she would write.
Rob Roy, the President's favorite, was a sheep-herding dog from Wisconsin, and the transition
to urban life in the District of Columbia was quite a shock to his system. "I think he had never
been in a house very much . . . .," noted Mrs. Coolidge, "when I first took him into the [White
House] for the first time, he crouched in fear. The elevator he regarded as an infernal
contraption and lay on the floor of it with all four legs spread out in an attempt to hang on."
Not helping Rob Roy was the presence of a rival in the household--a Boston bulldog named
Beans, who had determined that he was master of the premises. When Rob Roy would attempt
to exit the elevator on the second floor, Beans would cow him back onto the "infernal
contraption." Grace eventually resolved the conflict by packing Beans off to Northampton to
reside with her mother and the Coolidge family housekeeper.
Rob Roy eventually got the hang of elevators and the great indoors, but like all dogs he
preferred the pleasures of a walk on the boulevard. Grace would perform the honors herself. It
was not an easy task, as Rob Roy would soon go into high gear, taking the First Lady along
with him.
"Why," noted one onlooker, "you almost expected her to break into a race with the collie."
When the Coolidges took the collies to White Pine Camp in the Adirondacks in 1926, the dogs
loved their newfound freedom. But they were no more well-behaved than at home. The campâ
€™s caretaker had to fix up a wire fence to protect the garbage cans from the visiting canines.
Observed one member of the Coolidge domestic staff: "Dogs love garbage cans it seems
regardless of their rank."
"Rob Roy was a wild one," noted White House kennel master Harry Waters, "He would dig
into me, but she [Grace] had no fear of him. Sightseers were sometimes more interested in the
dogs than they were in the White House." Rob Roy was particularly attracted to pursuing the
squirrels on the White House grounds, only desisting after a "sharp reprimand" from his Master.
Rob Roy made other White House personnel besides Harry Waters nervous. One wintry day,
some men were shoveling the snow from the White House walks. Colonel Starling, told the
story:
"He [Coolidge] saw Rob Roy . . . being friendly with an old negro who was shovelling one of
the paths. The negro was afraid of the dogs.
"'Will he bite?' he asked the President as we came by.
"'Oh, yes," [Coolidge] said. 'He's a very vicious dog. But he's a peculiar biter. He only bites
lazy men. As long as you keep working he won't bother you.'
"When we got to the house, he stood inside the door and gleefully spied on the negro, who
shovelled furiously, while Rob Roy, who was interested in the procedure, sat on his haunches
and watched."
As was often the case, Silent Cal chose to hide his true feelings about Rob Roy and Prudence
Prim. To Harry Waters he would snap, "You can lose them one of these days if you want to."
Waters was never sure if he was kidding or not.
He was. The President was actually quite taken by them and was particularly fond of Rob Roy
(referred to in Coolidge's Autobiography as "my companion."), who he would take to his
office each afternoon and to his weekly press conferences each Friday. Grace Coolidge
recorded that Rob Roy took a "vocal" part in those proceedings.
When Rob Roy developed a stomach ailment in September 1928, the Coolidges had him sent
to Walter Reade Army hospital for treatment. "The doctor thought he would come through
OK," wrote Grace to a friend, but the operation was not a success. "My poor doggie died this
morning before I reached home," the President wrote, "He was still at Walter Reade."
Calvin even wrote of Rob Roy in his Autobiography: "He was a stately companion of great
courage and fidelity. He loved to bark from the second-story windows and around the South
Grounds. Nights he remained in my room and afternoons went with me to the office. His
especial delight was to ride with me in the boats when I went fishing. So although I know he
would bark for joy as the grim boatman ferried him across the dark waters of the Styx, yet his
going left me lonely on the hither shore."
The President also saw to it that his canine friends received their fair share of the federal larderâ
€”perhaps more than their fair share. "Well, they was feeding the dogs so much," White House
guest Will Rogers once observed, "that at one time it looked to me like the dogs was getting
more than I was. I come pretty near getting down on my all fours and barking to see if business
wouldn't pick up with me."
According to White House usher Ike Hoover, Grace Coolidge could whistle quite well,
although Calvin could not. To summon the family canines the President would use a tin whistle,
but one evening he had neglected to bring it with him and was having trouble trying to whistle on
his own. "What's the matter, poppa;" Grace asked slyly, "don't your teeth fit tonight?"
The most famous portrait of Grace Coolidge is that painted by Howard Chandler Christy and
featuring not just the First Lady but also Rob Roy. When Mrs. Coolidge donned a red dress so
she might contrast with the pure white Rob Roy, the President impishly suggested that she wear
a white dress and dye the dog red.
Despite the fact that the dog was not dyed crimson, Coolidge enjoyed the portrait so much that
he had a photograph made of it and had copies sent to his friends--including a copy to the man
who had given him the animal. The man wired back: "Fine picture of dog. Send more
photographs."
The Pennsylvania Avenue Zoo
And then there were the exotic animals. To an old Northampton friend, Alfred Pearce Dennis,
Coolidge once wrote: "I'd like to have your two boys come to the White House to see the
animals. We've got a bunch of young rabbits that might interest them. Kind people send us
animals, puppies, kittens, queer animals sometimes--wombats and such."
As usual, Silent Cal was not overstating the case. All sorts of animals found their way to the
Coolidges during their Washington years. In his Autobiography Calvin observed:
"A great many presents come to the White House which are all cherished, not so much for their
intrinsic value as because they are tokens of esteem and affection. Almost everything that can
be eaten comes. We always know what to do with that. But some of the pets that are offered
us are more of a problem. I have a beautiful black-haired bear that was brought all the way
from Mexico in a truck, and a pair of live lion cubs now grown up, and a small species of
hippopotamus which came from South Africa. These and other animals and birds have been
placed in the zoological quarters in Rock Creek Park."
The lion cubs--by the way--were named Tax Reduction and Budget Bureau.
There were others--a wallaby from Australia, a duikir (a small deer) from Africa, and thirteen
Pekin duck hatchlings.
Sometimes critters arrived not as pets, but rather as what the President had referred to as what
"can be eaten."
"One day," Colonel Starling recalled, "a friend sent me two rock bass, still alive, which he had
caught on a fishing trip to Gunston Pass, down the Potomac. I sent them up to the President,
thinking they would stir his interest. I expected him to send them to the kitchen to have them
served for supper. The next morning he said to me:
"'I put my little fishes in my bathtub and they swam around all night. One of them hopped out
while I was asleep and Mrs. Coolidge had to come and pick him up in a newspaper and put
him back.'
"I was pretty sure that he was not asleep when the fish awakened Mrs. Coolidge with its flip-
flopping. He probably opened the door between their rooms so she could hear it and then
played possum."
And, of course, there was Rebecca the raccoon. Rebecca also arrived as what "can be eaten."
Sent from Peru, Mississippi, she was to have part of a Thanksgiving White House feast, but the
Coolidges found her to be almost entirely domesticated and rather too pleasant to be sauteed.
"We . . . had a house made for her in one of the large trees," wrote Grace, "with a wire fence
built around it for protection. We kept her chained when out of doors, but in the house she had
her liberty. She was a mischievous, inquisitive party and we had to keep watch of her when she
was in the house. She enjoyed nothing better than being placed in a bathtub with a little water in
it and given a cake of soap with which to play. In this fashion she would amuse herself for an
hour or more."
Rebecca would take her meals on the tiled floor of her mistress' bathroom. While most
Americans of the time were dining on relatively simple gastronomic fare, Rebecca seemed a
veritable gourmet. Her fare consisted of green shrimp, chicken, persimmon, eggs (a particular
favorite), and cream.
So pleased was the President with Rebecca (though he persisted in calling her a 'he"), that he
announced her arrival to the press in one of his regular press conferences. A reporter wanted to
know if the beast was edible. "That depends on your taste," Cal replied, "I haven't much of a
taste for raccoon meat. Some people like it very much. But I have established him here in the
south lot in suitable housing and he seems to be enjoying himself very much. . . . I don't think he
is quite grown yet. He is very playful, very interesting, and seems very well trained and well
behaved." At that point the coon had not yet been named and Coolidge asked the press to
"advertise" for one.
Some reports had the President walking Rebecca around the house on a leash. Whether that is
so or not, it is true that he would often play with the raccoon after his afternoon paperwork was
done--and as in the case of Tige the cat--walk about with Rebecca draped around his neck.
The majority of the White House staff disliked the raccoon (she was always tearing clothes and
ripping silk stockings). As usual the President saw a chance for his brand of humor. Once when
Rebecca had scampered up Mrs. Coolidge's social secretary, Mary Randolph, Calvin teased
the nervous Miss Randolph: "I think that little coon could bite if she had a mind too."
A few times Rebecca escaped from the grounds, but each time was recaptured. The
Coolidges, fearing she would be run over in the street on one last jaunt, turned her over to the
Rock Creek Zoo for her own safety. Grace and Cal, however, still were concerned regarding
her happiness and prevailed upon zoo officials to secure some companionship for her. That
came in the form of a male raccoon dubbed Reuben. That matchmaking failed as Reuben
eventually escaped from the zoo, leaving Rebecca to live a solitary life.
As for the Coolidges they considered living without a creature or two or three tramping or flying
about the house, to be an unsatisfactory, solitary life. "I am unable to understand," Grace
Coolidge once wrote, "how anyone can get along without some sort of pet--a statement I can
only agree with.
after their White House years, the Coolidges kept a dizzying array of pets. From cats and dogs,
canaries and mockingbirds, to wombats and raccoons, the Coolidges surrounded themselves
with four-footed or feathered creatures.
We know that Calvin Coolidge's involvement with animals began early, right here as a matter of
fact, at Plymouth Notch--a place where there was little human company--and where shy young
Calvin had trouble interacting with even the few souls that happened to be nearby. "Like many
shy people," historian Hendrik Booraem wrote in his study of Coolidge's early years The
Provincial: Calvin Coolidge and His World, 1885-1895, "he found comfort in animals, with
whom it was possible to have a relationship without the strain of verbal communications. There
were numerous cats around the Notch, as in most dairy farming areas, to keep down the mice
in the barns. Many farm children, and farm families for that matter, were fond of them; many a
farmhouse in Vermont had a 'cat door' in its kitchen. To Calvin they were real friends. His
letters home from college in later years contained comments or questions about the family cats
almost as often as any references to humans at the Notch. One of the stories of his childhood
involves his going to some trouble to save a litter of kitchens from being drowned. He liked
teasing cats, not like other boys, for the amusement of his comrades, but for his own and, one
could say, for that of the cats. His attitude toward horses was quite similar. His grandfather
Coolidge, who died when he was six, had been a horseman and stockbreeder, and had taught
him to ride. He rode horseback by himself a lot, because, as he put it 'a horse is good
company.'"
Now, as one might expect, Calvin often kept his emotions about such "good company" to
himself, often disguising his feelings with the most mordant of comments--even in later life. Once
Grace Coolidge received a Maltese Angora cat from a friend. He persisted in calling the
creature"Mud,"--for, as he noted, "anyone can see that his name is mud." And although Grace
would write "Mr. Coolidge and I are particularly found of cats," her husband would take
fiendish glee in stashing an early family cat, "Bounder," in various unlikely places--including the
hall clock and the porch roof. "Sometimes," Grace once recalled, "I would hear [Bounder's]
"Meow" in a tone that, being interpreted, meant "Help," and I knew that his master had hidden
him in some outlandish place and I was expected to rescue him."
Yet it should not be construed that no emotional bonds developed between the taciturn Mr.
Coolidge and the family's felines--in fact, author Ishbel Ross claimed he liked cats far more than
did Mrs. Coolidge. Miss Ross may have indeed been right. When Calvin took office in the state
legislature in 1907, the reigning household tabby, Climber, missed his master so much "he pined
away and died."
In the White House, the Coolidges again had cats, this time two kittens named Tiger (or Tige)
and Blacky. The President enjoyed walking around the White House with Tige draped round
his neck. On one occasion, Tige provided the President with an opportunity to put an
oppressive guest in her place. Journalist John Lambert described the occasion:
"A feminine guest at a White House luncheon had obviously sought this opportunity to belabor
her pet enemy. This enemy happened to be an American ambassador who was understood by
the Administration to have performed meritorious service. But, according to the lady's estimate,
he was rough, uncouth, uncultured, and lacking in respect for the customs, traditions, and
ceremonials of the ancient court to which he had been assigned.
"Tige, the old black cat that is almost a White House tradition, had sauntered into the room and
was lazily rubbing itself against the table leg. The President turned to the person upon his right
and said in a voice that was quite audible to the shrewish woman upon his left,"That is the third
time that cat has stopped at this table."
The Coolidges had a green collar made for Tiger--a red one for Blacky. On both collars were
affixed engraved name plates reading "The White House." Eventually, Tiger disappeared, and
Mrs. Coolidge theorized "perhaps, instead of safeguarding him with the collar, we had made
him a too attractive and tempting souvenir." Blacky, however, remained at 1600 Pennsylvania
Avenue, usually preferring to take his chances in the kitchen rather than commune with the First
Couple upstairs.
There may been a reason beyond a sniffing around for snacks that caused Blacky to avoid the
President's quarters. Colonel Edmund Starling, chief of the President's Secret Service detail,
related that just before Coolidge's inauguration in March 1925 he found Coolidge "in the
basement putting a black cat in a crate with a rooster, just to see what would happen."
After the President's death, Grace had at least one more cat. We know this because of a photo
that remains of her bestowing awards to a group of Eagle Scouts at her Northampton home.
Her cat, a huge white creature has draped itself on the shoulders of one scout"or perhaps was
placed there by the mischievous former First Lady.
"A Dog Is No Joke"
During Coolidge's 1920 vice-presidential campaign, his family received a Belgian police dog,
Judy the First. Initially the two Coolidge boys--John and Calvin--attempted to send the dog to
their paternal grandfather up in Vermont, but Colonel Coolidge refused the honor--which
seemed to be just as well since the Coolidges were just as pleased to have Judy the First
remain with them. Just before the election Calvin reported on the pooch to his father:
"Your dog is growing well. She has bitten the ice man, the milkman, and the grocerman. It is
good to have some way to get even with them for the high prices they charge for everything."
A week and a half later, Calvin updated his father on events:
"I had a picture sent to you of your dog taken with Grace. You will see she is a good dog. She
has not bitten anyone lately so the trades people still come to the house."
Judy the First, however, did not have staying power. A "nervous disorder" laid her low, and the
veterinarian had to put her away. "We all felt very badly," wrote the new Vice-President.
A Bird in the Hand
When the Coolidges moved to Washington in the spring of 1921, they resided not in a private
residence but rather in the Willard Hotel at 1401 Pennsylvania Ave. Thus they had no room for
such relatively large pets as cats or dogs. So Grace resorted to whatever critters came her way.
"The members of Washington society were not the only ones who partook of vice presidential
hospitality," she once wrote:
"We were also at home to a family of mice, who had a private entrance behind a large
davenport placed across one corner of the dining room, which served as a sitting room for we
had our meals downstairs in the main dining room. Seated at my desk one evening I was
suddenly aware that I had a visitor, who had arrived unannounced and was sitting up looking
me over as critically as any other guest who had favored me with a call. Finding me amiable, he
got down and began an inspection of the place. I made no protest, sitting quite still and allowing
him to go about at his will. Having completed his tour of investigation, he disappeared beneath
the davenport, presumably to report on his findings to his family, and I arose to do a little
investigating of my own, discovering that he had made his exit by way of a small semicircular
hole in the baseboard just above the concrete flooring. On several succeeding evenings we
were dining out, but on the next evening which we spent at home my little visitor in gray was
back again and brought one of the children. In accordance with the rules of hospitality I served
tea. The larder afforded only pieces of dry cracker, but these seemed to meet with approval
and were quickly nibbled away. From then on, Father Gray looked to me for daily food for his
family, consisting of himself and his wife and several children. Mother Gray was a rather portly
lady, and when she paid me a visit she found the doorway a bit low and narrow, but she was
resourceful as well as plump, and she managed to enter by turning over on her back, placing
her feet against the baseboard and pushing herself through. I brought all sorts of delicacies from
the hotel table for the delectation of these visitors of mine, and I firmly believe that I thus
acquired some friends in Washington who would have pronounced me the perfect hostess.
Their favorite form of amusement was to scramble up the outside corners of the metal scrap
basket and from the edge jump into the wastepaper in the bottom, as I have seen boys climb to
the beams of a hayloft and jump into the hay. When all were buried in the bottom I would tip
over the container, and after they had run out, set it up again, and they would repeat the
performance. I think they missed me when I had gone, and I often wonder how they fared.
"I saw them last in the spring of 1923. The short session of Congress adjourned on the fourth of
March and we went home. When we returned unexpectedly in August, all was changed, and
there was so much hustle and bustle, so much moving about of busy feet, that the shy little
creatures dared not venture forth, even if they were there."
While the Coolidges resided at the Willard, a friend suggested to Grace that she get a canary.
Before that happened, however, Grace and Cal moved into a semi-private house. The friend
inquired as to whether she still wanted a bird. "Yes," she replied, "two." And so the Coolidges
became owners of their first two birds, Nip and Tuck, two olive green canaries. Eventually they
were followed by a white canary (Snowflake), another canary (Peter Piper), a "yellow bird"
(Goldy), and a trush (Old Bill). When the Coolidges spent the summer in the Adirondacks in
1926 four birds went along.
Also at home in the White House was an unnamed mockingbird. This last bird caused a bit of
problem for the First Lady, for she found out that keeping mockingbirds in confinement in the
District of Columbia was punishable by a $5 fine and a month in jail. "I was reluctant to part
with my chorister," Grace revealed, "but I was even more averse to embarrassing my country
by the imprisonment of its First Lady."
"But the bird with character," wrote Ishbel Ross, "was Do-Funny, a trained troupial from South
America who sometimes lit on the President's shoulder and tweaked his ear, or jabbered madly
at Mrs. Coolidge. He belonged to the oriole family and was about the size of a crow, with vivid
flashes of yellow and blue in his shiny dark plumes. He was loud and raucous when annoyed,
but . . . had a flutelike whistle for Mrs. Coolidge. When let out of his cage he would eat from
her mouth and whistle. He liked to catch food or little wads of paper in his bill. When she
whistled to him from another room he delighted her by answering."
Cal's Best Friends
The Coolidge White House also witnessed a virtual parade of canine houseguests. First to
arrive was Peter Pan, a wire-haired fox terrier. Peter Pan, however, was too nervous to adjust
to the hustle and bustle of White House life and was soon departed for quieter quarters.
Before Peter Pan left, however, Paul Pry (the half-brother of Warren Harding's famous airedale
Laddy Boy) arrived. Paul Pry was yet another problem for the First Couple. "He," Grace wrote
to friends,"is like some people, always keeping you guessing and always being funny. True to
his breeding he assumed charge over one individual, that one in his case being me and he will
not let my maid come into my room to pick up my things if I am not there." Before long he too
departed the scene.
Still more dogs came--and went. There was Tiny Tim, a red chow-chow puppy who arrived in
celebration of a presidential birthday. Tiny Tim, never did warm in the slightest to the
President--or vice versa--and soon became known as Terrible Tim. Diana of Wildwood, a
white collie puppy first traveled to the White House via airplane and arrived covered in a coat
of dark black grease. She later became known as Calamity Jane, a nickname that Mrs.
Coolidge commented "seemed to fit her well."
Grace and son John smuggled Blackberry, a black chow, along on the summer 1927
presidential trip to the Black Hills. Blackberry eventually became the property of John's
"Certain Young Lady" (as Grace termed his future bride).
Ruby Ruff, a brown and white collie, was literally left at the White House door. King Cole, a
black Belgian Gruenendahl, eventually was farmed out to a schoolteacher. Beauty, yet another
white collie, served as the President's companion in retirement back in Northampton.
Palo, a black and white English Setter, was a bird dog. Coolidge gave him to Colonel Starling,
who in turn sent Palo to his Kentucky farm to complete his training in birding.
The most famous of White House dogs, however, were the collies Rob Roy and Prudence
Prim.
They were a striking pair, made all the more noticeable by the baths of blueing they underwent
to provide an even greater gleam to their white coats.
Prudence Prim took a particular shine to Mrs. Coolidge--and vice versa. "I loved her well,"
said the First Lady. The two were inseparable. Once Grace constructed a straw bonnet
festooned with ferns and green ribbons for the dog, who wore it quite proudly to a White
House garden party. Grace also had calling cards made up for Prudence Prim and would leave
them behind with her own when she went a calling. When the dog died during the First Family's
trip to the Black Hills, Grace was grief-stricken. "Rob [Roy] and I shared a common sorrow,"
she would write.
Rob Roy, the President's favorite, was a sheep-herding dog from Wisconsin, and the transition
to urban life in the District of Columbia was quite a shock to his system. "I think he had never
been in a house very much . . . .," noted Mrs. Coolidge, "when I first took him into the [White
House] for the first time, he crouched in fear. The elevator he regarded as an infernal
contraption and lay on the floor of it with all four legs spread out in an attempt to hang on."
Not helping Rob Roy was the presence of a rival in the household--a Boston bulldog named
Beans, who had determined that he was master of the premises. When Rob Roy would attempt
to exit the elevator on the second floor, Beans would cow him back onto the "infernal
contraption." Grace eventually resolved the conflict by packing Beans off to Northampton to
reside with her mother and the Coolidge family housekeeper.
Rob Roy eventually got the hang of elevators and the great indoors, but like all dogs he
preferred the pleasures of a walk on the boulevard. Grace would perform the honors herself. It
was not an easy task, as Rob Roy would soon go into high gear, taking the First Lady along
with him.
"Why," noted one onlooker, "you almost expected her to break into a race with the collie."
When the Coolidges took the collies to White Pine Camp in the Adirondacks in 1926, the dogs
loved their newfound freedom. But they were no more well-behaved than at home. The campâ
€™s caretaker had to fix up a wire fence to protect the garbage cans from the visiting canines.
Observed one member of the Coolidge domestic staff: "Dogs love garbage cans it seems
regardless of their rank."
"Rob Roy was a wild one," noted White House kennel master Harry Waters, "He would dig
into me, but she [Grace] had no fear of him. Sightseers were sometimes more interested in the
dogs than they were in the White House." Rob Roy was particularly attracted to pursuing the
squirrels on the White House grounds, only desisting after a "sharp reprimand" from his Master.
Rob Roy made other White House personnel besides Harry Waters nervous. One wintry day,
some men were shoveling the snow from the White House walks. Colonel Starling, told the
story:
"He [Coolidge] saw Rob Roy . . . being friendly with an old negro who was shovelling one of
the paths. The negro was afraid of the dogs.
"'Will he bite?' he asked the President as we came by.
"'Oh, yes," [Coolidge] said. 'He's a very vicious dog. But he's a peculiar biter. He only bites
lazy men. As long as you keep working he won't bother you.'
"When we got to the house, he stood inside the door and gleefully spied on the negro, who
shovelled furiously, while Rob Roy, who was interested in the procedure, sat on his haunches
and watched."
As was often the case, Silent Cal chose to hide his true feelings about Rob Roy and Prudence
Prim. To Harry Waters he would snap, "You can lose them one of these days if you want to."
Waters was never sure if he was kidding or not.
He was. The President was actually quite taken by them and was particularly fond of Rob Roy
(referred to in Coolidge's Autobiography as "my companion."), who he would take to his
office each afternoon and to his weekly press conferences each Friday. Grace Coolidge
recorded that Rob Roy took a "vocal" part in those proceedings.
When Rob Roy developed a stomach ailment in September 1928, the Coolidges had him sent
to Walter Reade Army hospital for treatment. "The doctor thought he would come through
OK," wrote Grace to a friend, but the operation was not a success. "My poor doggie died this
morning before I reached home," the President wrote, "He was still at Walter Reade."
Calvin even wrote of Rob Roy in his Autobiography: "He was a stately companion of great
courage and fidelity. He loved to bark from the second-story windows and around the South
Grounds. Nights he remained in my room and afternoons went with me to the office. His
especial delight was to ride with me in the boats when I went fishing. So although I know he
would bark for joy as the grim boatman ferried him across the dark waters of the Styx, yet his
going left me lonely on the hither shore."
The President also saw to it that his canine friends received their fair share of the federal larderâ
€”perhaps more than their fair share. "Well, they was feeding the dogs so much," White House
guest Will Rogers once observed, "that at one time it looked to me like the dogs was getting
more than I was. I come pretty near getting down on my all fours and barking to see if business
wouldn't pick up with me."
According to White House usher Ike Hoover, Grace Coolidge could whistle quite well,
although Calvin could not. To summon the family canines the President would use a tin whistle,
but one evening he had neglected to bring it with him and was having trouble trying to whistle on
his own. "What's the matter, poppa;" Grace asked slyly, "don't your teeth fit tonight?"
The most famous portrait of Grace Coolidge is that painted by Howard Chandler Christy and
featuring not just the First Lady but also Rob Roy. When Mrs. Coolidge donned a red dress so
she might contrast with the pure white Rob Roy, the President impishly suggested that she wear
a white dress and dye the dog red.
Despite the fact that the dog was not dyed crimson, Coolidge enjoyed the portrait so much that
he had a photograph made of it and had copies sent to his friends--including a copy to the man
who had given him the animal. The man wired back: "Fine picture of dog. Send more
photographs."
The Pennsylvania Avenue Zoo
And then there were the exotic animals. To an old Northampton friend, Alfred Pearce Dennis,
Coolidge once wrote: "I'd like to have your two boys come to the White House to see the
animals. We've got a bunch of young rabbits that might interest them. Kind people send us
animals, puppies, kittens, queer animals sometimes--wombats and such."
As usual, Silent Cal was not overstating the case. All sorts of animals found their way to the
Coolidges during their Washington years. In his Autobiography Calvin observed:
"A great many presents come to the White House which are all cherished, not so much for their
intrinsic value as because they are tokens of esteem and affection. Almost everything that can
be eaten comes. We always know what to do with that. But some of the pets that are offered
us are more of a problem. I have a beautiful black-haired bear that was brought all the way
from Mexico in a truck, and a pair of live lion cubs now grown up, and a small species of
hippopotamus which came from South Africa. These and other animals and birds have been
placed in the zoological quarters in Rock Creek Park."
The lion cubs--by the way--were named Tax Reduction and Budget Bureau.
There were others--a wallaby from Australia, a duikir (a small deer) from Africa, and thirteen
Pekin duck hatchlings.
Sometimes critters arrived not as pets, but rather as what the President had referred to as what
"can be eaten."
"One day," Colonel Starling recalled, "a friend sent me two rock bass, still alive, which he had
caught on a fishing trip to Gunston Pass, down the Potomac. I sent them up to the President,
thinking they would stir his interest. I expected him to send them to the kitchen to have them
served for supper. The next morning he said to me:
"'I put my little fishes in my bathtub and they swam around all night. One of them hopped out
while I was asleep and Mrs. Coolidge had to come and pick him up in a newspaper and put
him back.'
"I was pretty sure that he was not asleep when the fish awakened Mrs. Coolidge with its flip-
flopping. He probably opened the door between their rooms so she could hear it and then
played possum."
And, of course, there was Rebecca the raccoon. Rebecca also arrived as what "can be eaten."
Sent from Peru, Mississippi, she was to have part of a Thanksgiving White House feast, but the
Coolidges found her to be almost entirely domesticated and rather too pleasant to be sauteed.
"We . . . had a house made for her in one of the large trees," wrote Grace, "with a wire fence
built around it for protection. We kept her chained when out of doors, but in the house she had
her liberty. She was a mischievous, inquisitive party and we had to keep watch of her when she
was in the house. She enjoyed nothing better than being placed in a bathtub with a little water in
it and given a cake of soap with which to play. In this fashion she would amuse herself for an
hour or more."
Rebecca would take her meals on the tiled floor of her mistress' bathroom. While most
Americans of the time were dining on relatively simple gastronomic fare, Rebecca seemed a
veritable gourmet. Her fare consisted of green shrimp, chicken, persimmon, eggs (a particular
favorite), and cream.
So pleased was the President with Rebecca (though he persisted in calling her a 'he"), that he
announced her arrival to the press in one of his regular press conferences. A reporter wanted to
know if the beast was edible. "That depends on your taste," Cal replied, "I haven't much of a
taste for raccoon meat. Some people like it very much. But I have established him here in the
south lot in suitable housing and he seems to be enjoying himself very much. . . . I don't think he
is quite grown yet. He is very playful, very interesting, and seems very well trained and well
behaved." At that point the coon had not yet been named and Coolidge asked the press to
"advertise" for one.
Some reports had the President walking Rebecca around the house on a leash. Whether that is
so or not, it is true that he would often play with the raccoon after his afternoon paperwork was
done--and as in the case of Tige the cat--walk about with Rebecca draped around his neck.
The majority of the White House staff disliked the raccoon (she was always tearing clothes and
ripping silk stockings). As usual the President saw a chance for his brand of humor. Once when
Rebecca had scampered up Mrs. Coolidge's social secretary, Mary Randolph, Calvin teased
the nervous Miss Randolph: "I think that little coon could bite if she had a mind too."
A few times Rebecca escaped from the grounds, but each time was recaptured. The
Coolidges, fearing she would be run over in the street on one last jaunt, turned her over to the
Rock Creek Zoo for her own safety. Grace and Cal, however, still were concerned regarding
her happiness and prevailed upon zoo officials to secure some companionship for her. That
came in the form of a male raccoon dubbed Reuben. That matchmaking failed as Reuben
eventually escaped from the zoo, leaving Rebecca to live a solitary life.
As for the Coolidges they considered living without a creature or two or three tramping or flying
about the house, to be an unsatisfactory, solitary life. "I am unable to understand," Grace
Coolidge once wrote, "how anyone can get along without some sort of pet--a statement I can
only agree with.
"Any man who does not
like dogs and want them
about," Calvin Coolidge
once observed, "does not
deserve to be in the
White House."
like dogs and want them
about," Calvin Coolidge
once observed, "does not
deserve to be in the
White House."
