River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1894-07-12
RACIAL SUPREMACY.



In the midst ola busy city thorough
fare two dogs came by chance together
and fought. One was the dog of
white man and the other the dog of
black man, and, strange to say, the
white mans dog was black, and the
black mans dog was white. The dogs
were evenly matched as to size and
both seemed to be courageous and in
the humor for fighting. The moment
they caught sight of each other they
few together as if impeled by an an
cient grudge that they had been nurs-
ing studiously for the meeting. When
the battle began the dogs had the
street pretty much to themselves. but
in few moments there was a surging.
struggling mass of humanity around
them, blocking up business traffic and
for the time causing the suspension of
all interest in everything beyond the
outcome of the battle.
At first the white mans black dog
was in the ascendent, but that was be-
fore the black mans white dog had
gotten his fiery Ethiopian temper
thoroughly mussed up: then the aspect
of the struggle underwent an abrupt
and decided change. and the white
mans black dog was given few points
on jawwork such as he had never
dreamt of in the whole of his canine
career. Dog-hair and canine profanity
filed the air for about five minutes,
when the glimmer of a polieeman's star
in the distance caused a speedy cessa-
ton of hostilities. The owners of the
struggling dogs grabbed their respec-
tive racial representatives, and ''claved
off, as it were, until the bluecoated
preserver of the peace had dispersed
the dissatisfied crowd and passed ma
iestically on his triumphal orbit. Then
there was a short but strong seance be-
tween the owners of the canine con-
testants, in which each strove to estab-
lish the supremacy of his race in the re
spect of dog ownership, some of the sa-
lent points of the ardurous argument
being in the following vein:
''Yuh think that dawg o yourn's
6ghtah, does yah! well 70 tn law! l
nevah seen nuthin' so easy befo.' My,
he's nuthin but meat 70 my dawg."
''IIe isn't, hey! Well you just give
my dog a fair chance and he'll eat your
cur up. hair. hide and claws, he win"
well heah's NAH money, white
mani" exclaimed the descendant of
Ham, producing rotund wad of one
dollar bills from his uproarious panta-
looms. lie was plainly sporting blood
and his taste for clothing was CORE
spondingly louud.l ''IIeah's NAH
douohr' no reiterated ,onSnicuouSlv
Haunting his adult roll of infantile
banknotes in the face of his antagon-
list. 'Jes' yuh let 'em mix up agin an
I'll lay yuh ten to one yo dawg be
nuthin but fish bait in i've minutesn
The white man looked the unuttera
BILE things he felt like saying, but didnf
accept the black mans ostentatious
proposition. He silently turned away,
holding his dog by the collar, a precau-
tion which was entirely unnecessary,
Judging from the frantic efforts of the
animal to quit the society of his superior
in the doggy art of earchewing, and as
he disappeared down the street his ears
were outraged by the brawny boastine
of the blatant black man. who lecred
contemptuously as he mouthed:
Nigga dawg win, eh? Why wouldn't
he win! D'yuh evan see a white mans
dawg what was any count? Huh! Go
way white man!
With that he pompously strutted off
with the air of predominant peafowl
on parade, his victorious white dog at
his heels.-Frank Il. Welch, in Banner
of Gold.