Whiskers, Well Known Among the Chicago Sailors, Is No More.
There is gloom among the river men at Chicago. “Whiskers,” the steamboat dog familiar to every sailor who enters the harbor, is dead. Through an inadvertency he was shut up in the pilothouse of the tug Monitor Friday night and was suffocated.
Whiskers was known aboard tugs and steamers on the river from the stock yards branch to North avenue, and upon these craft he made his home, sojourning occasionally with the bridge lenders. His career was not unlike that of Owney, the postal dog.
One day two years ago Whiskers was aboard the Tacoma while she lay at the sixty-eighth street crib. A gale blew up and in the turmoil of the sea Whiskers beheld a young man and a girl being tossed about by the waves in a frail skiff. His frantic barking apprised the crew in the cabin and the youthful pair were recovered.
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