Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-06-26

puppy is too far away tt: learn of my
difficulty in time. have only until Thurs
day morning at 10 O'Clock. Kismet."
Companions Hung Upon His Words.
Every companion of Bruce in the Dis
trict pound, all Of them victims Of the
"muzzle regulation had been intensely
interested in the monoiogue by the great
dog. to whom nearly all bowed as to a
ruler. Bruce had struck so nearly the
keynote of their mutual trouble that they
realized in a moment that he might be-
pointing away to the future salvation of
their descendants ''eveh IL it should be-
their fate to suffer as martyrs. -
1.-The good citizens of the city provide
a few drinking places for horses inter-
posed bright little fox terrier, but the
horses have men to guide them to the
know the locations of few of these
horse .troughs in our own neighborhoods.
AS soon as we get into strange sections
we are up against it.
And the papers every day .recte the
heroic deeds. of policemen shooting mao
dogs
I'm older than 1 look I've seen
twelve summers. And l know that in
scores of cases We dogs are simply driven
wild by thirst. If | could only speak so
men could understand L would ask the
President himself if he would be surprised
to see men staggering about, humping into
fences and trees and things if they were
compelled to run ill day on these hot
city streets with never a sip of water to
relieve the agony
The remarks of Bruce the ST. Bernard
and the wise little fox terrier were greet
ed with "A veritable chorus of affirmative
yelps. Other dogs in other pens took up
the cry until it seemed that a ratification
meeting in support of the successful can
didates of a national convention was /, in
progress.
Dogs Protective Association Formed
In fact, the two stump speeches did.
bear fruit Some OF the wiser heads in
the unfortunate gathering immediately
drew up a platform. Bruce was elected
president and the COX terrier secretary
treasurer of the Dogs Protective Asso-
citation of the District of Columbia
| But the tumult and enthusiasm were
| stiled almost as quickly as started. A
chorus of barks of anguish came from
the cage furtherest down the line. The
afternoon sun was setting. and all pres
ent knew the meaning of the bowls Of
their unfortunate brethren
A morbiGly curious Boston terrier and
| lean rabbit hound told afterward Of
seeing thirty-one dogs driven across the
pound Enclosure to the Hateful zinc lined
box near the gate The .sickening OdOr
of chloroform which pervaded the whole
place told the rest of the story better than
words.
drew up at the gate. The bodies Of
| thirty-one dogs. cut off in their prime
were loaded into the vehicle and carted
| away to the fertilizer plant down the
| river there to give up the small share
of phosphates in their bones and flesh
| to the enrichment of lone portion of the
earth from which all of them sprang.
Poundmaster Einstein corroborated aft
erward the statement that thirty-one dogs
had been killed yesterday afternoon. He
added that fifty-nine had fallen victims to
the zinc-l:ned box the day before.
Altogether more than 800 dogs have
been capturede by the poundmaster's as
sistants since the muzZle order went into
effect. The good dog and the tramp"
alike have fallen victims
The tramp. Of course. signs his death