Nice old picture in the original frame, 10 1/4" by 8 1/2", no damage to note except for some wear tot he frame. This is the info I found on "Hindy".Another cat of journalistic note was Hindy, the Boston Post cat. The offices and printing plant of the old Post were on Newspaper Row on lower Washington Street. The building had 12 stories, but six were underground. If you stood in the press room you could look up five stories and see the subway trains passing overhead. That was in old Boston, a brickbat's toss from the city hall, the granary yard, and several historical curiosities. It was not the best cat nursery, but somehow Hindy started there and achieved maturity. His haunt was Pi Alley, so named because "comps" (composing rooms workers) would dump their pi out a window into the alley rather than take the time to distribute their sorts. Sorts are individual pieces of moveable type, and when they got jumbled and mixed up they were the very dickens to unjumble. Pi Alley had only one attraction for the vagrant, straggly, wild-eyed alley cat. Thompson's Spa was directly over the Post city room, and it had a thoughtful cook who set out goodies for Hindy. At that time, Hindy had not been named. Thus the alley cat became the mascot of the Boston Post, which at that time had the country's largest morning circulation. After a festive breakfast at Thompson's Spa, this illiterate alley cat would sneak into the editorial sanctum of the Post and sleep all day in a copy basket. One of the Post photographers made a picture of the cat in repose. Meantime, now and then the cat would get a small mention in the Post, as the office cat, and he attained notoriety until he needed a name. He became Hindy, the Post cat. And one day a reader asked for a picture of Hindy. The old Post was sensitive to many small topics today's mighty media ignore. The editors knew that cats make news, whereas princes and potentates sometimes don't, and the Post ran an item saying that a picture of Hindy was available to any reader who wanted one. To be ready for requests, the editor (actually, it was the Post's able promotion man) had a photographer make up a few dozen 8-X-10 enlargements of Hindy in his wire basket, with a copy of the Boston Post for a pillow. The thing then ran away with itself. The Post had so many requests for pictures that an independent photo service had to be found to produce thousands of copies a day.