The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-10-09
He POUND
BOTH JOYOUS BOUND AND WITH
JIMMY HE HES HIM
AWAY
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ToWsER's FUNERAL HOWL
TURNS TO HAPPY YoWL
Prisoner Dirge to Freedoms Lay as He
Humps His Back Up the Railroad
Track Proves Every Dog Has His
Day."

Under the direction of Police Ser
geant John B. Goven, general manager
of the city dog pound and lord high
executoner of unclaimed CANNES,
eleven dogs were drowned yesterday
afternoon in the Mississippi.
That the method of disposing of I'M
licensed dogs captured on the streets Of
st. Paul is reprehensible is shown in
the fact that bubbles arose from the
submerged iron cage for fully ten min
utes after it was lowered into the wa
ter. So great was the vitality shown
by stout bull TERROR, seen through
the thin screen Of water which covered
the death trap battling for escape that
the crowd of morbid onlookers laid
bets that there would be life in the ami
NAL when the cage was drawn up.
It was a grewsome sight and dis
t1nctly inhuman-in marked contrast to
the system in use in Chicago and other
cities, where the animals are almost
Instantly and painlessly done away
with by suffocation in alright cham
bers, into which are turned poisonous
gases.
Several persons came to claim their
pets. Some arrived in time with the
necessary $2-others came in time to
see the Water-soaked carcasses Of their
Fidos and Tootsies swung by the back
legs into the wagon, which takes them
to a South st. Paul soap factory.
One barefoot urchin, minus 81, but
plus a large amount of Yankee ingenu-
ity, freed his dog by raising a cry of
mad dog" at the proper moment, caus-
ing a stampede Of dog catchers and
spectators. In the excitement dog and
boy disappeared through the railroad
yards. q XIV
Sings His Dirse.
I'M = . 7.
at the foot of Market street is not
mostly from the fact that there on exc
cution days are mingled brute misery
and human disappointment. Previous
to the wholesale drowning yesterday
in a corner alone with a second hand
bone, little ToWserIetts sat ruminat-
ing on the BUNCH Of bad luck that had
made him get chucked among the mon
grels their. finish awaiting. $50 this is
the end. Tomorrow they'll send me
where license tags are unknown"
quoth the sorrowful pup, land the kids
passed me up didn' think that of
Jimmy Malone. I guess he's forgot
bout the time he got shot in the foot
when We're out huntin' cats; and [
sat on the bed and licked his poor head
for two weeks and whined and all
that. How in soft summer weather
we'd go swimmin' together and I'd al
ways watch over his shirts; how his
toe he would stub and then give it a
rub and say, Lick it, Towser, it hurts
And the time of the scrap with the
dudley young chap with the cane and
the long-legged hound; how we
wouldn't be bluffed-made both yell
enough and stretched them both out
on the ground. And the time that the
cop told Jimmy to stop doin' trapeze
100
chew of some cloth that was blue
and it came from above the cops
knees. -
"And now I am nabbed-just think
of it-grabbed with a pole and a piece
of a string; slung into a cart and CIV
en- start to the river. %, it's a good
thing. Just look at the rummies-a fine
bunch of dummies, that's goin' with me
over the Styx. But though we're all
in it, still, it is the, linit-jumpin' fieas,
what beautiful flXi
In MournfuI Numbers.
I'm a son-of- a-gun, 1 could lick ev-
cry one, but this is poor time to fight.
'Twould be sacrilege now-back up
there, bow bow, for eternity sure is
in sight. But that big spotted slob
with the froth on his COB will have to
take back that remark, or I'll surely
forget that I'm soon to be wet and
chew him until he can't bark.
did you hear him just then? He
said it again. Now for trouble-Pll
clean out the placei You will, will
you, Ell? Whensyou've got enough, say
So and then I might loosen my face.
seWell, that scrap did me good, but
I'd like if could to see Jimmy mo-
ment or two, but my hours UP now
weight they allow-Pm to a dead
certainty due. Hear the wagons back
in and those lasso men chin as they
fix up the torturing rack. How I wish
I'd a-croaked when that trolley car
bloke knocked me twenty feet off from
the track. KS.
''Well, we're started at last-don't
shove not so fast-you'll get through
in time, all right. My, my, see them
shiver when they see the river-they
saw the bunch get it last night! Hank!
What was that voice? You can take
your own choice-tWo dollars or see
your dog drown. What! You amt
got the coin? Well, then run along
home-take this one, boys-then let
her down. I'll bet that was Jim that
was talkin' to him. Hark! I think he
is talkin' some more! Now, if l can
land on this big buffers hand and make
a quick slide through the door, I'm
quite sure that Jimmy'H do somethin'
to give me a good chance to duck
here / go. Mad dog!' 0, that's Jamie
Mad dog!'-it's a shame to do it. I
Mad dogi' o, amt they slow!
"Just look at. them swarm-Jinl, it
worked like a charm-run like sin,
JIM We're off, hully gee, by the time
they get down we'll be clear up in town
-WoW-WoW, hoo-r-roo, Jimmy-We're