The Washington times., 1907-07-31
War Department Clerk
Threatens Vengeance
Most Dire.

There is a man. and a misguided man
at that. near Seaton street northwest,
who is persuaded that Pete" the ire
sponsible Pete" the transgressor, was
ar unwilling guest at his house, for a
short time last night. But. for once,
the Presidential pup is inrocent. and Dr.
Roe FulkersOn. the owner OF the ersr-
willie prisoner who was branded with
''Petes' stigma, Is laughing at the
astuteness of his dog
DR.. FuilSerson, an optician on F street.
Is the owner OF a very fine bulldog.
which mas long been the envy OF the
dog lovers in the nelghborhood. They
have tried to buy it from the doctor.
coax 1t from him. steal it from him, or
get it in any way they could. But, as
b'ritzi Schen sings, 'the man, he loved
the do6gie. and tho doggie loved the
man." and the doctor wouldn't part with
the dog, and the dog was stuck on the
doctor.
Disappears at Times.
once or twice The dog has disappeared
from the oculist's house for a day or
SO, but at the end OF that time he has
always returned, sans collar, sans tag,
but with a chewed rope dangling from
around his throat, and Dr. Fulkerson
has congratulated himself on the lack
OF ''wanderlust" exhibited by tie canine.
Yesterday afternoon the doctor sat
on his front steps reading the afternoon
Times, ana peacefully smoking. while
'Peterkins," the pup, lay at his feet,
alternately doing and swapping at the
troublesome flies. Pretty soon the dog
spied j cat and away he went over the
fence and down the block He hadn't
been gone very long nor had a chance to
get very far when his owner was
aroused by cries of murder police"
and mad dog, mad dog" and he looked
up 10 see an army of men, women, and
children scurrying to places OF safety.
Grabbed Revolver and Ran.
Never dreaming that It was his dog
that was creating all the commotion
and fearing that his own particular pet
might suffer at the dripping jaws Of
the bloody-eyed beast that he momen-
tarily expected 70 appear. DR.. FulSer-
son grabbed a revolver from his desk
and ran down the street
Just around the corner from DIT. Fulk-
erson's Seaton street house the cries
for assistance seemed to be coming the
thickest, and in the doorway OF a house
the doctor recognized a mixup of dog
and man and yeIls and growis. The
oculist rushed in bravely and when he
reached the steps Of the porch he REQ
ogniZed the furious mad" dog as his
own mild-mannered. good-tempered little
| beast. But by the same token, the dog
had firmly gTipped between his white
teeth a blue trousered leg belonging to
a clerk in tho War Department.
Come. PeterlIins come, nice doggie." "
coaXed DIT. FulkeTson. and the puppy,
meek as a prince Of peace, wagged what
was left Of a tail that had been bitten
off in his infancy, and Immediately and
Obediently let go his victim, and trotted
down the steps.
Volley Of Abuse.
Then the man whom the dog had at
] tackled, mistaking "Peterkins" for
! Pete" let forth a volley OF abuse
against Roosevelt for keeping such a
vicious dog. DR.. Fulkerson explained
| that the dog was his own personal prop
| erty. and the War Department clerk
4 took a black and solemn oath 70 60
4 down this morning and swear out a
warrant. and have the dog annihilated
But the doctor. who does not allow
| anyone to call his pet horrid names, re-
/ piled tdat he had his own private opin-
\ lon as 20 how the dog came TO show
night.
The records today show no warrant
| against DIT, Fulkerson, and the doctor
/ says that there Is no likelihood of one
/ being sworn out