Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1873-11-04
Concerning Sam Myers Dog-A Cor
roetsnu.

II want 10 see U1le lellef JI1dJ prints them
lies about men at the police court"
1t was middle-aged man that spoke, and
as he came into our editorial room he was
followed by red-eyed; shaggy black ddg,
about as big as a calf, and with mouth of
immense dimensions, and supplied with as
many teeth as any reasonable dogcould ask
for, or use to any advantage.
The reporter referred to was pointed out,
as he sat with disheveled locks at a table
in one corner of the room, busily engaged
in composing an 'Ode to Winter" a look
of gloom passing across his countenance
occasionally as he thought of the bundle of
little documents in the breast pocket of his
somewhat seedy coat, setting forth the va
rious amounts he ''owed" (and still owes)
to his yashwoman, his confding landladv.
and the man who built his last pair of
boots.
The middle-aged man walked up to him.
planked copy Of Thursdays UNION
AND AMERICAN down on the table before
the startled reporter, pointed out a para
graph with a rather dirty finger, and said
''read that" at the same time addressing
his dog with swatch him, Tiger The dog
settled down OH his launches, fixed his red
eyes on the reporter, and partially opened
his demonstrating mouth, seeming to
say ''Ohl won't he taste goodp The re-
porter read:
'If Sam Myers had left his dog at home
that morning, or if Vincent Porter had con-
verted his canine into nutritious and life
preserving sausage the day before, this par
agraph would never have been written.
The former was passing quietly down the
street, with his dog trotting calmly along
at his heels, when Mr.. Porter's dog
dashed out and seized hold of Mr.. MYERS
dog in a very familiar sort of way, al
though the two had never been introduced.
Mr.. Myers Immediately ran to the assistance
of his canine (who, at that juncture, was
''the under dog in the fight") and caused
cessation of hOStilities by shower of we'll
aimed stones, whereupon Mr.. Porter ap-
peared upon the scene and hit Mr.. Myers
with a pebble about the size of curry
comb. Myers and Porter then fell upon
each others necks and scuffied around in
an animated manner, the dogs continuing
their engagement, meanwhile, and adding
materially to the interest of the occasion.
The two men were fined five dollars each
yesterday morning, but the dogs were not
even arrested"
'.Are you through" asked the middle
aged man, as the reporter reached the end
of the paragraph indicated.
''4 eS sir" responded the latter mildly, as
he gazed with uneasy feelings upon the dog,
who was grinding his jaws together, evil
IDENTIFY for the purpose of sharpening his
teeth preparatory to an attack, if his owner
gave him any encouragement.
"Well, I'm Sam Myers, and | thought I'd
just call round and see the man what wrote
that about my dog"
The reporter grasped Mr.. Myers by the
hand in very cordial manner, and told
him he was glad to meet him. and felt
proud Of the honor of being called upon by
so distinguished man, and then the mis-
cradle pencil waster improved the Opportu-
nifty to take what struck him as being a
safer position, on the table. Not that he
was afraid of that dog, but he thought he
could use his conversational powers to bet
ter advantage, if he occupied more eleva-
ted position.
''Watch him close, Tige," observed Mr.
Myers to his canine, as he noticed this pre-
cautiOnary movement on the part of the re-
porter. He continued; ''Yes, I'm Myers,
and this is my dog"
1he reporter bowed IN his usual grace
full manner, in acknowledgement of this
introduction to Mr.. Myers dog. He
thought of saying ''HOw are you, Tige?"
but just then it occurred to him that the
latter might consider this as taking liber-
ties withhim, and Mr.. Myers dog is not one
that a modest young man with brilliant
future before him would care TO take liber-
ties with.
"And now, Mister" said Mr. Myers" l
want you to correct that lie YOU printed
about my dog. You said he was the under
dog in the fight, and everybody that knows
my dog knows he never is the under dog.
He'll whip any dog in this town, and
| amt gOin' TO have no such lies told about
him, and so me and Tige We come round
| to git you to print somethin' sayin' it was
the other dog that got whipped. I guess
you'll do it, won't you? Watch him Tiga."
With feeling of infinite relief, the re-
porter promised to comply with Mr.. Myers
request. He had been fearing that he
would be compelled to seize that dog by
the throat and throw him out through the
window, and he knew that in doing this he
would risk killing some passer-by. on the
street below, and besides would muss up
the sidewalk. He therefore readily gave
the required promise, and then Mr.. Myers
and his dog took their leave.
\. BIT was Mr.. Porter'S dog, and not
Mr.. Myers that was 1.-The under dog in the
fight upon the occasion referred to in our
issue Of last Thursday.