The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-10-25
FRITZ SAVES HIS PUP
HOW "WAT" TOOK ON WEIGHT
FOR AGE AND WON
Dog Presented by Henri Watterson
to War Correspondent Thayer Wins
a Fight When Encouraged by Re-
marks About the 4oo-Brute Strength
Fails Before Blood.

MY dog, my dog. My bull pups
gone. Get the boys out and find him.
Ten dollars to the man who catches my
dog!"
So shrieked Fritz Thayer, war cor
respondent and former member of
Gen. F,itzhugh Lees staff, as he rushed
up to the clerks desk at the Ryan
a stampede on the bell boys bench,
and Thayer was rushing to the tele-
phone to notify the police of his loss
when shout from the street arrested
him.
Eat i'm up, Jack. Dollar on the
liver colored dog. ,Wow-wow, Murray
chew hic ear off-hold him tight. Eat
i'm up eat i'm up-cheW the heart
out of himi"
These were the scraps of noise which
Mr.. 1hayer heard above the din caused
by the habble of many voices in the
street. Just then bellhop approach
ed eXcitedly and with popping orbs
and profuse gestures shouted:
"Mistah Thayer. youah pups in an
awful scrap out in de street. He's
fightin' wild a big slob of dog an
guess he'll get all chawed up"
Forgets He Was on Lees Staff.
Fritz I'hayer never moved in the
army as fast as he moved then. He
also said things as only an army man
can say them. When he reached the
street he became the most interested
spectator at one of the prettiest dog
fights ever pulled off anywhere.
His half-grown white bull pup was
mixing it i'll one compact, Snarling
lunch with big brindle which made
up in size what it lacked in pedigree
and Unborn fighting qualities. Seeing
there was no chance of separating the
battling CANNES, Thayer philosophical
ly decided 10 do the next best thing
stake his carefully arranged ancestry
against the strengthened opponent.
1t was the only way out of it without
killing one CT the animals and Thayer
is too much of sportsman to spoil a
fair fight
Albeit his dog was getting a shade
the worst of the argument at the time
his master appeared. From the side
lines, however, Thayers began to coach
his pup.
Gets Into the Game. -
EAT him up, Wat, he's a Repub-
lican," beloved Thayer bending eX-
citedly over the struggling dogs.
"Sic him Wat. Do to him what you
did 10 the 4Cu."
Chew the Stats out of him, his
names Hsnna.''
THESE are samples OF the remarks
emitted by Thayer. which strangely
| seemed to be understood by the pup,
| who fought on even more valiantly
| than before when he heard his mas
| ter's voice. Wat was more than
holding his own in consequence of the
| heavy spiked collar which he wore and
which prevented the stronger dog from
| sinking his jaws in a death grip on his
| neck, when some overzealous humani-
| tartan appeared with a club and broke
| up the battle, the dogs having become
| almost exhausted.
| AS Thayer disappeared in the hotel
elevator with his pet in his arms he
was asked the meaning of his queer
! remarks to the pup during the battle.
well, you see, his names Waiter
son-TIenry Watterson. He was given
me by the famous Southern journalist
in Louisville several weeks ago. His
| father is the best fighting dog in Ken
lucky, but he's pretty young yet and
| this is his first fight. I'm glad that
fellow came along with the club any
way-that was an awful brute he got
mixed With"