Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-04-19

Humors of Police Raids.
Humors Of the police raiding game still
continue without intermission. Last week
member Of the Parkhurst Society dropped
In at one OF the police stations and told the
police captain that a pool room was in full
blast on the third floor OF q number on
9Th avenue. ds II
Gwan, dear me, Is that so7" said the
captain, stroking his mustache thoughtful
iy: well, I'll send the wagon around"
Inc pool room reported by the Parkhurst
man was only about three squares away
from the police station, but 1t was fully an
hour and quarter before the wagon, filled
with grlnning cops, pulled up in front of
the address given.
Meanwhile that mysterious "somethin do
IN word had percolated over some mys-
teal, intangible wire to the pool room
When the wagon load of cheerful limbs of
the law slowly and deliberately walked up
the stairs OF the plant to the third floor,
they found the door leading to the front
room wide open.
An, glad to see you, brothers." fervently
SAID man with huge diamond stud and a
chopped reddish mustache, and a white high
hat, tipped rakishly over his left ear, who
met the squad of cops at the door clad
to see you. Come right in We're having
little afternoon service
The cops, still grinning broadly, entered
oeneatn the Intel and this is what they
saw and heard:
A room fitted UP as for Salvation Army
service nall, with sacred notices pasted all
over the walls. A cabinet gan was up in the
lar rlght,nand corner of the room. and
around this cabinet organ were grouped
about eighty men in a semi-circle
All Looked Like Sports.
All of them had the look that betokened
them dead game sports from away back
One of the dead games was seated at the
There's a Land That is Fairer Than
rms While the eighty and odd dead games,
all of them provided with hymnals, Joined
In the vocal chorus, sweetly and solemnIy.
1t was just tender and beautiful to see
these men, sport hardened as many of them
seemed from their exteriors thus lifting ND
tneir voices In praise. Most of them held
their hymnals in one hand and their cigars
or cigarettes In the other, and they took
at their weeds, although IT appeared as If
tney almost begrudged the time it took them
to 90 this, they wanted to sing so badly.
suppose, said the zealot with the high
Mnite nat ana the huge headlight, address
ing the cops, that you gentlemen want to
strengthen yourselves for the duties of the
day by joining in the singing, Ell? Very
We'll beginning to wave his arms and beat
I'M now an together-tum, tum tum.
ia ia ia ta-than this!" and he swung into
the hymn in fine, rich baritone
The cops walked out
mat Parkhurst bug must ha' been
aa ILs' remarked the boss cop of the squad,
win broad grin, as he descended the
stairs at the head of his men. "Thev amt
is they?" IVA '10e"'
race at Memphis was being called off in
the service room" by the telegrap her. who
mad presided over the organ, and the little
old game was on again.
a of
rounds the other night to see that things
We're all ship shape and that none of the
ward men who do the collecting were
asleep, and when he returned to the station
mousse ABOUT 10 o'clock he stood ref1ectively
at one OF the back windows thinking things
over. Finally he raised his eyes after
emerging from his cogitations, and, in a
building directly behind the police station
a building containing ground floor public
hail-he saw something that brought him
out or mis- trance in a hurry. The curtains
had inadvertently been kept up at the back
of the hail. and the captain saw two lads
stripped to the waist in regular Marquis of
Queensbury regalia, punching away at each
other. while a huge, swaying crowd of bows
and young men around the ringside urged
them on
Hey, youse fellers." shouted the captain
to the reserves, "theyse a mill gon' on in
tn hall back O. here. Scoot over there an
pinch tn bunch, even if they's a million
of 'em!"
The reserves slowly and reluctantly gave
up their games of checkers and dominoes
got into their uniform coats and marched
FERROUS tip-off had got in it's work again
however, and when the cops marched in
the front way they found several hundred
exceedingly sedate young men and boys sit
ting SraVely in their seats, while quartet
of youths RECALLED them with sentimental
ballads from the prize ring from which the
ropes had been removed converting it into
a simple platform.
W n lya6 fhn hose
of the reserves of the master of ceremonies.
who met them at the door with cordial
smile.
Scrap" repeated the master of cere-
monies, in a mystified tone. Hey, wot's
youse doin'-kiddin'? Dis is de Ate Ward
ie-Eaters Association an we're havin' a
smoker
Santos Dumont Good at "Savate."
Young Santos Dumont made himself
pretty popular while here. He mingled
pretty freely with the denizens of the white
light district as we'll as with the more seri-
GUS and commercial minded elements who
take an interest in his airship. He went
through one little performance that did not
get into the New York papers at all-like
a great many other little things that hap
pen in New York, by the way.
Despite the smallness Of his size Santos
Dumont is an all-round athlete, and he is
particularly expert in the art Of the French
"savate'-that method Of boxing with the
feet which arouses much mirth when it
is exhibited before persons Of Anglo-Saxon
antecedents. On the third night Of his stay
in New York young Santos-Dumont met UP
with the pugilist kid Mccoy, whose ac-'
quaintance he had made in Paris few
months ago, and the two got to talking
about the French feet-boxing game. I'm
known to Santos-Dumont, Mccoy had had
a lot of practice at that queer art while in
Paris, and he gradually led up to good
natured challenge of the little Brazilian to
engage in a friendly savate bout Santos
Dumont was only too willing, and the pair,
accompanied by crowd Of laughing round
ers, repaired to a well-known Tenderloin
gymnasium to have it out a la savate. AS
soon as they began Santos-Dumont per-
ceived that the American prize fighter was
no tyro at the game, and, while he took
the discovery goodnaturedly, it put him
on his mettle. He proceeded to show Nc
Coy a whole number of things about box
ing with the feet that the pugiist had never
dreamed of, and at the end Of about fifteen
minutes of it Mccoy, more mauled up than
he has been in any of the fights in which he
has engaged in recent years, announced
that he had had enough. One of his eyes
was almost closed by neat backward
thrust from the aerial navigator's left foot,
and the right side Of his face looked as If