The morning times., 1896-01-26

| court. This is the only instance where Bob
| is known to have neglected his duty. He
| would stand in front of the cell of that old
| preacher and could not be driven away.
| sometimes, even now, when that par
| ticular cell is vacant tNo. 3, right side of
| cell rooni), Bob Will shut himself in and lie
wrapped in meditation till the sergeants
whistle tOOts.
Bob's ancestry is an uncertain as that of
some of our best families. Bob never
speaks to anybody about his pedigree.
He has never been known to tell a lie about
the past grandeur OF his family. The only
coat-of-arms that Bob affects is license tag
No. 3443 and a shield of the Metropolitan
police force, which he once chawed off q
condemned belt. He wears these articles
around his neck, and always brightens
them with his tongue and forefeet before
going on duty. Each. morning before roll
call Bob makes his toilet, using his tongue
for wash-rag, his saliyary glands for
bath-tub and the hot air heater for u towel.
PATROL HORSE HIS CHUM.
The patrol horse, Bay Frank, who occu-
pies straw carpeted apartments in the
back yard of the station, and who is one
of the leading horses of Washington, is
personal friend of Bob's. Bob calls on
Frank at meal time, and II there is any
complaint about fodder, chop or mash.
Bob instantly reports to Desk Sergeant
Voss.
There is one feature of life at the po-
lice station to which Bob has never be-
come reconciled. This Is Tom, the sta
ton cat. Tom Is all right in his way, but
he is q cat, proud Of his race, and jealous
of his rights. The police department has
never been able to get hold of enough potash
to make these instances of oil and water
mix.
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type, and has been understood to say that
it was an unjust discrimination to COM
pei each dog to go to the pound or pay
an annual per capita tax of So, while cats
roam free and untaxed. The cats OF tn
Fourth precinct are familiar with Bob's
views on the subject and will climb a
creased wall with a bottle top to give
Bob the right of way.
Bob came to the station fifteen years ago.
1t was night SO cold that the desk SER
geant was raking the fire with an ice-pick
A strange dog came in, pointed his paws
toward the golden rail and howled. Seve-
raj times he rushed toward the green door
us much as to say: PLEASE follow me.'
Finally a curious policeman followed. Bob
as he was later christened, led the way to
a dark spot in Louise alley, where Policeman
Clark was lying, stabbed through the thigh
and two-thirds frozen. The dog had found
him there and reported the case at the po-
lice station Of the same precinct. The pa
troll was called. and Clark and Bob taken
to the station. Bob has been on duty there
ever since.
HE DOES THE ROUTINE.
At O'Clock In the morning Bob takes his
stand on the extreme left OF the rear sec
tion OF the platoon going out. The SER
geant calls the roll. each policeman shouting
Here" The last name on the roll-call is
Bob" The dog barks at once in imita
tion Of the word ..bere," The platoon re-
mains motionless till the sergeant reads
the orders, and commands dismissed"
The platoon faces to the left, the first
section filing out followed by the second
section. Bobs brings up the rear. He
does not attend any particular policeman.
He then makes a tour of duty visiting each
beat and all the call boxes in the precinct,
and turning up at some box on the hour, SO
that the policeman turning in may shout |
thrcHgh the phone "Bob," and the desk
ser rant, maybe many squares away, shouts
bEek bob, o. z.