A LUCKY NUMBER? Below you see thirteen little puppies which were born to a Springer Spaniel. They've hardly got their eyes open yet; they don't know anything about going to school, or washing their faces and hands, or behaving before visitors, or going to birthday parties, or looking for presents the radio fairies brought; in fact, they're just furry little bundles of whimpering dog who have only the simplest designs for living—things like food, and warmth, and mother's reassuring presence. There were thirteen of them once, but one little fellow died since birth. They belong to a lady in Seattle, Washington, which as you know from your history and geography, is in America. Thirteen puppies all arriving at the same time is supposed to be a record of some sort; but mother and her children are reported doing nicely.

New Zealand Listener, Volume 1, Issue 26, 22 December 1939, Page 24

A LUCKY NUMBER? Below you see thirteen little puppies which were born to a Springer Spaniel. They've hardly got their eyes open yet; they don't know anything about going to school, or washing their faces and hands, or behaving before visitors, or going to birthday parties, or looking for presents the radio fairies brought; in fact, they're just furry little bundles of whimpering dog who have only the simplest designs for living—things like food, and warmth, and mother's reassuring presence. There were thirteen of them once, but one little fellow died since birth. They belong to a lady in Seattle, Washington, which as you know from your history and geography, is in America. Thirteen puppies all arriving at the same time is supposed to be a record of some sort; but mother and her children are reported doing nicely.