Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-04-21
AROUND THE CITY

A man was going down 9th street with
bulldog at his heels. Both were white.
The two had all the room they wanted
for the pavement was theirs until they
reached the corner. when squat brindle
dog made a flying leap from somewhere
and lit on the bulldogs neck.
Then things happened. The owner Of the
bull kicked the brindle. A man who stop
ped to look on kicked the brindle again.
Another man with an eye to fair play
kicked at the bull and missed him. The
next, with surer aim. landed a russell
pump in his ribs. This endless chain of
kicks, while doubtless successful as mani
festatons of the craftsmanship OF those
present, made no visible impression on the
dogs. for they were gripped tight and hard
into each other and the fight looked like a
tie.
A man came out Of a building and
the one surprised instant that they re-
called their teeth to shiver the bulls
owner jerked him by the collar and swung
him in the air. The brindle sprang up
and dragged the bull down. The bull
landed on the brindle's back and each dog
took a chew. 1t was war to the death. if
the cold-water man would leave Off, and
they rolled and squirmed and growled
with their teeth shut, like ventriloquists In
a show. 1t was an entirely satisfactory
performance to the crowd. which had
grown large enough to form a militia bat
talon. and everybody looked happy except
the owner of the bull.
Great Dane, tan, sleek and nonchalant,
materalized and took look at the fight
ers. peering between mans legs. 1t was
too good a chance to miss, so the man UP
with his foot and kicked the Dane be-
fore he realized his size. Then he chucklei
nervously and said. Hello, old doggie."
and sided around until he got three men
between him and the ''Old doggie." The
Great Dane could have settled the mans
business for him with one snap OF his
jaws. but he probably didn't care to soil
his teeth on the sort of person who would
kick dog who was behaving himself like
a gentleman, and whose tag gave him as
free right to the streets as any man in
the District SO he just nosed between an
other pair of legs, looked al the ring long
enough to find out it wasn't pretty sight,
and then left the bull and brinde to fight
1t out. But the crowd stayed on to a man.
On an opposite corner lone citizen had
stopped to look over at the row. He was
q nice, staid man, with a general appear
ance of having five children, all girls. And
as he looked, a person asked him with re-
spectful Difference whether or not the
brindle was a pug. 1t is certainly natural
to want to know the exact pattern of a dog
that can fight like sixty-and If you don't
ask how are you going to learn?
The nice man told the person all he
didn't know about the brindle. After he
got home he probably had something to
say about fool women who stop on corners
And the fool woman went in a store
across the street and put 1t down on a pad.
She doesn't know how the battle ended.
band pounded out Marching Through
Georgia." cars whizzed by in green and
yellow flashes: automobiles buzzed like
gone mad tops. and a man on the corner
fddled a dismal Home, Sweet Home"
AS the band reached 18th street and
Pennsylvania avenue a young man stood
by the curb with one hand on the bride
reins and the other laid caressingly on
the neck of his horse.
1t was beautiful young horse slender
and sleek as a polished chestnut. but SO
by the overdose of noises that
it tossed its head. strained at the bit.
switched its tail and kicked out spasmodi-
cally from behind The light buggy swayed
with every motion, and 1t was plain to see
that only the young mans influence pre-
vented his animal from running away.
There was nothing special In this sight. Of
course. but it gave one boy a brilliant idea
He was one of two tal,s Pm roller sixties.
and was live bone q a boy. freckled like
a turkey egg and Sinking a cigarette
Say. Cubic. wouldn't you like to see
that horse streak down the avenue. oncet?"
Cubbie didn't believe that horse could get