President Roosevelt's dog Fala, which died last week, promises to
be as famous in history as such other quadrupeds as the Duke of Wellington's Copenhagen or Isaac Newton's Diamond. I cannot find that Mr. Churchill mentions him in his Second World War, but he figures duly in The White House Papers of Harry Hopkins. It was characteristic of the President, it is stated there, that "when he went on his last journey to Warm Springs in a belated attempt to get some rest, his only companions, apart from his personal staff, were two cousins of his own generation, Margaret Suckley and Laura Delano—and his dog Fala." The President made at least one speech about Fala—or at any rate introduced him into one speech.
"When Fala" he said "learned that the Republican fiction-writer had concocted a story that I had left him behind on an Aleutian island and had sent a destroyer back to find him—at a cost to the taxpayer of two or three or twenty million dollars—his Scotch soul was furious. He has not been the same dog since."
Fala is buried at Hyde Park. So is his master.
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