Edward S. Schmid (like his father and grandfather, and later his son, Edward L. Schmid), sold small animals a short distance from the White House. He was the proprietor of Schmid's Bird and Pet Animal Emporium at 712 12th Street NW in Washington. He sold snakes to Alice Roosevelt Longworth. Under the sign "this pig slept last night in the White House," he brokered the sale of a pig for young Quentin Roosevelt after the president's son had snuck it into the White House, only to have it discovered. He seems to have been a generous man; he included in his store's catalog instructions for the treatment of rabbits with colic, constipation, sniffles or influenza, and published a phamplet on how he chose his canaries. A freemason and member of associations such as the Association of the Oldest Inhabitants and National Tuberculosis Association, the elder Schmid's donated records take up 25 linear feet in the archives of the Historical Society of Washington D.C.

[Also, this article from the The National Humane Review, October, 1918. -tterrace]

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Washington Post, June 8, 1918.

Masonic Notes

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Grand Monarch Edward S. Schmid is to take a hand with a curiosity which he found in southern Texas on his recent trip there. It is a handsome goat with the usual accompaniment of side horns, but with a spike sticking from the top of his head which makes him unique. Grand Monarch Schmid calls his pet “Wap-See-He-Hohong,” which he says means “the great wolf slayer.” …

Who in their right mind would stop, see, then set up the camera to take a picture of something only a mother could love?!!!!

[The National Photo Company was a commercial photography firm which, in the words of the Library of Congress, "supplied photographs of current news events in Washington, D.C., as a daily service to its subscribers. It also prepared sets of pictures on popular subjects and undertook special photographic assignments for local businesses and government agencies." -tterrace]

The fabled ramoceros.

Somehow the term "animal glue" comes to mind.

I'm much better at identifying goats. But it looks like our friend here may be related to a Jacobs Sheep. They have some whackadoodle horns.

Looks like one of Morning Glory and Oberon G'Zelle's semi-successful experiments!

Unless my eyes are deceiving me, it appears that this may be the first picture on SHORPY of anything, man or beast, relieving itself.

[That's hay. - Dave]

Getting "butted" by this fellow would sure be a new twist!