The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1894-07-28
TREE:O CAT, MAD DOG.
"a.
Thrilling Experiences Of Police
men in Forty-seoond Street.
The Feline with tho Brown Paper
Taste Escaped.
But the Fox Terrier Was a Victim
to n Leaden Bullet.

1t is strange how human sympathy
goes wrong and how hypocrite's blur
calls forth unlimited coincidence. while
the really afflicted are too often harshly
dealt with. Two Incidents illustrating
this pervsrsity occurred this morning,
both on Forty-second street.
About 8 o'clock Il throng was gathered
about a maple tree in front of 63l Wet
Forty-sccond street. Every eye was
turned upward to the topmost branches,
where chung gray cat of the Thomas
gender. 70.
Howls and plaintive ''me-au-auwows"
expressed to their untutored minds the
agony of the poor animal, castaway be-
tween earth and sky. To them It seemed
that the locomotive economy Of this
particular feline had no reverse lever
and that he could only move onward
death.
All. sorts of expedients were suggested
out the Fire Department to ascending
to the rescue by balloon. The police
man on beat was importuned to do
s1mdethins One rotI ind, citizen . insinn s
the tree and bring down the cat.
But that policeman is not architecture
ally designed for climbing any vegeta-
the Yosemite Valley. Any way, to-day
was not his day for that sort of exer-
A small boy finally attempted the
shake Thomas from his .predlcament
down on the shoulders Of the crowd
beneath. whence he scampered off
This Is the view, tho case presented
by the people whose sympathy for
Thomas blinded their senses. Here is
what really occurred:
Tenderloin." His whirl or gayety wound
up at 6 o'clock this morning, when he
awoke in the areaway OF West Forty
second street dwelling. Burning pains
along his limp spine and a general
'goneness'' furnished a diagnosis that
any expert would pronounce "katzen-
"Wo-o-o-w"' he yawned. Gee whiz.
what a head I've got! Y-i-i-i-u-u-p!
Ugh, butt that's a dark brown taste!
Wonder where I've been an where-I-got
nt! Wen; I'm hungry any way, and a
In feasting on bird breakfasts, felinely,
the method begins with the first line OF
the recipe. which reads: Take bird"
the tree, where he lay In wait for luck
less chippies. Meanwhile he vocalized,
selecting snatches at random from the
, VARIOUS Al, AIRS he had heard during the
In their selection, and this Is what was
mistaken for plaintive cries by those
Deheath:
gee. where did leave an inch of my
'taiff That must have been that shaving
mug IN Thlrty-seventh street. My whis-
s sbst are is ,Ssl too Oh remsmber
badger game on me In Fortieth street.
Huilo. what's these guys down there
hooking s3sh at; III Ha, Ia! they must think I'm
Pussy pussyT
Here Thomas pretended to save him
self from fall to death by a wild
Say that kid acts like he was hunting
for brick Meow. it's getting hot.
Here he comes up. the tree. It's time for
be shaken down. but he did the glide
for life' like one long accustomed to
A little fivc-pound fox-terrier stag
gered Imply into Forty-second street,
from Park avenue. at 8 o'clock, just as
vast CROWD OF commuters were emerg-
Ing from the Grand Central Depot. a
Westchester County man espied him and
conceived the Idea that the flshy look
about his eyes was sure indication of
rabies, The dog was suffering, but 1t
was probably from incipient paress or
THE Westminster man yelled: Mad
dog" and instantly every one OF the
thousand or more persons was willing
to let. some one, else exterminate the
"ferocious beast"
Valorous Policeman Rudolph Weiss, of
the East Fifty-first street station, STROBE
uP. Fixing his eagle eye upon the dog,
not a shudder did ne shud and not a
trsmor did he trem. The dog had taken
refuge In a doorway on Depew place,
where he lay painting.
Club and revolver In hand. Policeman
WEISS tiptoed up. A paroXysm shook
the dogs frame. and Weiss beat the
record at back Jumping, Then he
stealthily crept up. like the scout in
the dime novel. and fired. OF course
he didn't kill the dog, but horse in
front of an express wagon can tell
more about how nearly he was hit.
The next try was "A 100 to l shot. and
the dog kicked his last.
Then the perspiring crowd dispersed
and It's dollars to dough-
nuts that nine out of ten of those who
saw the five-pound massacre has already
told Of his awful and blood-thrilling en-
counter with mad dog at the Grand
Central Depot,