The morning news., 1892-03-19
INTERVIEWING A cHsRun.
Alas, he is Going TO Get bis Rair Cut
and Become a Boy.
Erom fhs " Tork 81.

ErORt the Neig York sun.
George Donaldson, the l4-year-old boy
who was arrested in frort of the Hotel
Marlborough on Friday evening for sending
his 7-year-old brother, Walter, inside to sell
papers, was arraigned before Justice Div
yer at jefferson Market court Saturday
morning. and held for trial on a charge Of
making his little brother beg. The latter
was handed over 70 the Gerry society. The
boys live with their parents at sos West
Forty-fourth street.
Walter has the face Of a cherub. with
long hair falling on his shoulders. and inno-
cent blue eyes, but bis soul is as the soul Of
"a dead game SPORT as he would say. His
childlike appearance is enhanced by the
fact that he wears kilt
GOOD afternoon, Walter, ~ said the re-
porter. as the boy came into room at the
socety's headquarters with Supk Jenkins.
What would you do with a nickel If l
gave It to your
match yer. doubles or quits" promptly
replied the cherub.
"Here. here, !" said Supt jenkins, you're
too young TO be matching pennies"
Say, yer give me spazzums," replied
Walter in a tone of lively disgust Eyer
say I'm too young cause dey make me wear
me hair long an keep me In desc dresses.
Guess you'd look young fyerself Z dey
wudn't let yer wear pants" he added, Civ
ing a vicious pull at the offending kilt.
'Pm dead onter de racket. Dey tink kin
sell de papes better 4 look like a blooming
kid, dat's what dey do it fer. Me az my
bTudder, we goes roun' ter saloons an hotels
an eltin' places. He's dead slow in de biz.
| do de sellin' az he stays outside. Say. got
any crap dicep he broke of with an air of
one who changes dull subject for one Of
intense interest.
The reporter had left his crap dice at
home, SO he parried the question by asking
Walter what he did with the money from
the papers.
Take il home ter me mudder, an she
pays de rent. Every night when git me
papers sold go home an give up de cash.
Wisht wuz home now. Dat fellern nod
ding at Agent Schultes, who stood near,
he give me some pennies. Say, yawter
come up stairs m see de big horse dey got.
But its nothIn' but wooden one. useter
60 over to Gutenberg N see de reel horse
run. 'D' yever go derel o, it's great Dere's
big crowd Of men all hollerini. Den a lot
OF horses comes out m some feller rings a
bell m dey all run. When dey come roun'
again where dey started everybody is yellin'
m whoopin'. Purity soon some feller yels,
'Clermont VIM Den all de fellers dey say,
~, LP o, it's dead bully. Gut'nburg is"
What are you going to do when you get
out Of here" asked the reporter.
"Goin' ter git me hair cut. got-one,
two, tree, five, ten cents now. Say, I'll toss
yer up heads r tails fer a dime. Den I'll
win n git enough ter pay de barber. All
de fellers calls me girl cause me hairs long.
licked two feller8 fer dat las week.
II don't care much, though" he con-
tinued, steadily. "Me brudder read me a
book named Scrap Iron Mike, the Steel
listed Slugger from Corpse Mountain an
Mike had long hair, fer 1t says: He gave a
fierce yell as, plungin' his crewill spurs deep
into de bleedin' sides Of his steamin' stallion,
and wild his wild hair streamin' behind him
in de wind, he dashed across de plain in
perswoot Of his craven foe' remember it,
de way me brudder read it ter me. Are yer
goin' to flip up fer dat dime r amt yerl
Say, take me away from dis, will yera" he
said. turning to the SUPERINTENDENT, and,
with look Of deep disgust on his features,
Walter was led from the reporters sight.