The Washington times., 1901-10-13

| South Boston the other day was after a
/ vicious little cur-one o. them nasty mon
| grels. He had me right hand in his
| mout'-squeezin' good and nard, and me
! not haYin any chance to squeeze back.
/ Bet yer life all l wanted to do was to get
| away from the pup. But up above was a
woman a-callin' out fer me to leave the
poor little thing go-ahd me wantin' moth
| in better in the world I'd like to get
! some OF these nice, sympathetic ladies'
| into back yard and let 'em try to catch
dog. t'ink they'd be ringin' up on
/ the telephones fer us fellers in about tree
seconds, an quit comm the weeps when
| the dog-catcher is aror nd.
oh! they's lots O. funny ones. Two or
three years ago l was chasing up a big
greyhound on Causeway Street, near the
Mort Station. Say, that dog was so big
that when l caught him he t'rew me-
Straight, he did! Trew me fat on me
back! Well, l got the rope on his leg and
give a pull for to get him offer me. The
dog Topped over as fiat l had been,
aand there was woman standin' on the
sidewalk wringin' her hands and crying
out that / was a cruel man and would 1
stop. Well. l had to Taught, for that
hound got up and for some reason made
run at her. Such runnin' and screamin'
and yelling you never saw. The dog is
mad, the dog is mad! catch him! catch
him.
But the worst We has to buck up
against on the streets is the kids guess
if they was one follering US in the North
End yesterday they was a hundred.
don't believe school kept there all day;
all the boys-an' the girls, too-was after
US. It's just the same over in Charles
town and the West End and East Boston
and there's where most of our dogs is.
Sometimes the boys gets their pockets
filled with rocks. They don't fire at us.
but the minute we sees dog they t'rows
at him, and after that We might as well
chase a fly. l tell you, about the time
we gets back to the ferry after a day in
East Boston we amt wantin' to do much
but sit down.
'Aw; but there amt half the fun on the
streets as there is in here They comes
here sometimes ready to eat us up. But
we don't never save no dogs unless they
are a valuable breed Talk about yer
sheenies-say. never see such sheen in
all my life like the one that come in here
the other day. Make me back mein fox
terrier-a fine English breederl' say he.
de"d? My dog that was worth money to
mel Then he gees out and comes back
wit his boss and half a dozen of his
frien's-all as bad as he-to swear he
owned the dog. l fought I'd die laugh
ingi He hollers for a perliceman at last,
an what d yer t'ink the copper did? He
took the names of the whole bunch and
then arrested the sheen for keeping dog
wt'out a license. And there was all the
witnesses against him lined up along that
counter there.
What does we kill them wit? d. ye
say? The doctor has a compound that
takes EN- off quicker than you can snap
your finger. Just a few grains of it on a
dogs tongue. and they amt the strong
est dog In the world, that can stand up
under it.
Mad dogs, are you. askin'? In all the
time I've been in the business I amt seen
but one mad dog. That was about eight
years ago in East Boston. We shot him
before he done any harm. But you know
a mad dog won't bite yer the first six or
seven days. He bleeds at the nose and
mout', and saliva is running from his lips
all the time; but you could so up and pat
him like any dog. Been bitten enough
times, though irythe) hands. on the arms
and everywhere-but never by mad dog.
But the man that had this Job before me,
he had a piece taken, out of his leg by a
cur wit the real rabies. He come home
and washed 1t out Wit cold water, and
amt had no trouble nce."-Bozton Tran
script