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

1t Is strange how human sympathy
goes wrong and how a hypocrite's bluff
calls forth unlimited confidence. while
the really afflicted are too often harshly
dealt with. Two Incidents illustrating
this pcrversity occurred this morning,
both on torty-second street.
About O'Clock throng was gathare
about a maple tree in front of ISL " t
Forty-second street. Every eye WAS
turned upward to the topmost branches,
gender.
Howls and plaintive me au -auwows!"
expressed to their untutored minds the
agony of the poor animal. castaway be
tween earth ana sky. TO them 1t seemed
that the locomotive economy of this
particular feline had no reverse lever
and that he could only move onward
and upward, out to nothingness and to
death.
All sorts OF expedients were suggested
by the plying bystanders, from calling
out the Fire Department to ascending
to the rescue by balloon. The police
man on beat was importuned to do
something. one rotund citizen insinu-
ated that 1t was his plain duty to climb
the tree and bring down the cat.
But that policeman Is not architecture
ally utSlbHtu lol any Ntbttb
bAe less sturdy than the redwoods OF
the Yosemite Valley. Any way. to-day
was not his day for that sort of exer-
else.
A small boy finally attempted the
feat and as he thought. managed to
shake Thomas from his predicament
down on the shoulders of the crowd
beneath, whence he scampered off
This Is the view. the case presented
by the .leople whose sympathy for
Thomas blinded their senses. Here is
what really occurred:
Thomas was out last night doing the
Tenderloin." His whirl or gayety wound
up at o'clock this morning, when he
awokc in the areaway of a West Forty
second street dwelling. Burning pains
In his head, tiabbergasted sensation
along his limp spine and a general
'goneness'' furnished diagnosis that
any expert would pronounce "katzen-
jammer."
"Wo-o-o,w!,, he yawned. Gee whiz:
Ugh, but that's dark brown taste!
Wonder where I've been an where-l-got
tit? Well, I'm hungry any way, and a
bird will nix me up"
In teasting on bird breakfasts. felinely.
the method begins with the first line of
Thomas proceeded to act by ascending
the tree, where he lay in wait for luck
less Ghippies. Meanwhile he vocalized.
selecting snatches at random from the
hiis lc Ildu Ine
night. His snatches were very random
In their selection, and this Is what was
mistaken for piaintive cries by those
beneath:
Mamie. come kiss-wow-meuw-ho
gee. where did leave an inch Of my
tail? That must have been that shaving
mug In Ihirty-seventh street. My whis-
that was that Brunette who worked the
badger game. on me In Fortieth street
Hu,lo, what's these guys down there
s3eK Sp at ber na w. they mus, ,hink In
sp fake fan for that old lady who's yelling
Here Thomas pretended to save him
self from fall to death by Wild
Say that kid acts like he was hunting
for brick. Meow, It's getting hot
mere ne sh up ' homss e
be shaken down. but he did the slide
for lite like one long accustomed TO
gymnastics
A little fve-pound fox-terrer stag
gered Imply into Forty-secoud street,
from Park avenue. at $ o'clock, just as
vast crowd of commuters were emerg
Westchester County man espied lin and
conceived the Idea that the tishy look
about his eyes was sure indication Of
rabies. The dog was suffering. but 1t
was probably from incipient paresis or
The Westchester man yelled: Mad
dog" and instantly every one of the
thousand or more persons was willing
10 let some one. else exterminate the
"ferocious beast"
Valorous Policeman Rudolph Weiss, of
the East F!fty-frst street station, STROBE
up. Fixing his eagle eye upon the dog,
he charged. Not a Quaver die he quave.
not "A shuiler did he shud and not
tremor did he trem. The dog had taken
refuge in IA doorway on Depew place,
where he lay painting,
club and revolver in hand Policeman
Weiss tiptoed up. y 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 a horse IN
front of an express wagon can tell
more about how nearly he was hit.
The next try was "A 100 to ! shot, and
the dog kicked his last.
Then the perspiring crowd dispersed
businessward 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-thrllng en-
counter with a mad dog at the Ora nd
Central Depot