Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-09-23
And 1t Went Right Into the
Photograph.
WOLVES ARE REAL 0BLlGlNG
Mr.. Lion Had to Start EN- Up,
Though.
THEN EVERY ONE WAS HAPPY
fearful Press Agent Carries Noise
From Zoo - They Were
Tears of Joy, Too.

"When the wolves howl in pack in In
dian summer it is a sign that before the
moon rises and sets again some man will
die"
At noon today in their wire-bound cage
in the smelly, sunshiny local Zoo eight
lean gray timber wolves pointed their
knife-lke muzzles at the summer sky and
howled. For ten long minutes they kept
it up, individually and in chorus. by twos
and threes, in quartets, qufntets and
octest, and when they had quit. ap-
parently much refreshed. there was fine
line of wolf music ready for the market.
Also there was much excitement. DR..
Baker, superintendent of the Zoo. shook
hands with DR.. Blackburn, the head
keeper, and the head keeper shook hands
with the photograph operator and the
newspaper men shook hands with one
another Then they all turned round to
congratulate Frank Miller press agent OF
The Wolf which is due to show at Mr..
Belasco's fine place up on 10Th street
next week, but he wasn't in sight. After
a while he was found, hysterical but un-
harmed. bathing his brow in babbling
brook and crying like child.
So there was more excitement. After
it had subsidized and everybody had Of
fered to buy every body else a drink and
everybody had Accomplishment the news
paper men, who said they weren't thirsty
the press agent and his admiring retlnue
started for town, the precious phono-
graphic record swathed in cotton batting.
borne proudly in their midst.
Wolves won't howl to order so that
why this little publicity party. which was
noon, didn't really materalize until to-
day. Everybody was on hand all right
at the appointed hour yesterday, and the
photograph was set up. But the wolves
appeared disinterested. even apathetic.
They declined to come across.
Unobliging Things, Wolves.
''Show 'em ham sandwich or poke 'em
with something" suggested Mr.. Miller
but DR.. Baker and DR.. Blackburn agreed
this wouldn't do. They told the newspa-
per men that wolves howled only when
they felt like it, and nobody could tell
when that would be. But sometimes they
howled when a gong rang, SO DR.. Baker
initiated the Swiss bell ringers for about
an hour. But there was strictly nothing
doing and the party returned to town.
much discouraged.
There was one little chorus yesterday
afternoon that would have been all right
repeated and magnified on another record
If 1t hadn't been for the wild boar In the
cage next door 10 the wolves. ne DOdl
insisted on granting out loud right while
the wolves were bowling, and when the
photograph man put the record on the
reproducer to see If it would do the press
agent just cried with disappointment
For. while the bowls were fine. 1t sounded
as if somebody were playing an accompa-
niment on one of those French bass, UNI
pah horns. That was the wild boar.
Never you mind said DR.. Baker
when he noticed the press agents woe
well get some first-class bowls into this
machine If we have to sit up all night
But 1t was finally decided to leave the
record-making machine in front Of the
cage and to return at noon today. Blu,
most everybody was there as early as IL
Mr.. Lion Did It.
1t is real doubtful If the party would
have been a success If it hadn't been
for the big lion in the cathouse. You
see, wolves haven't much initiative. Blu,
when at Lao the lion stood up in the
barred Enclosure outside of his winter
quarters and shook the ground with his
roaring. why, all the wolves forgot the
monograph and the crowd and the eager
eyed press agent and joined right in
And the press agent got so nervous fol
fear the photograph would stop or break
or something that he ran away to the
brook. But he's all right now and is
thinking up scheme to patent canned
mob roars to save "supe' money fol
theatrical angels.
After all the trouble Mr. Miller wen
through to can these wolf howls hi
wouldn't like 1t if it weren't mentioned
somewhere in this story that THE Wolf
is fine play and that the last touch OF
realism it needed was these bowls. YOU
know at one point in the play. just where
the wretched villain is about to lure the
innocent and unsophisticated heroine into
his clutches, she repeats to him the
legend thing quoted above and 1t skeers
him. But it would seem to skeer him &
whole lot more and thrill the audience
too, if Just as she wound up the legend
with some man will die the vol
pack began to howl. That's what the
press agent thought.
Won't It Be Creepy
Well, it's all fixed now. These canned
howls will be turned on at the rigA
place every night next week and it'll
just be grand.
Mr. Miller is an awfully nice man. HI
didn't care much about having this story
printed. All he was thinking about wa:
his duty to his employer in canning tht
howls. But he told the newspaper mer
that they could say something about i
If they wanted to and he wouldn't be-
cross. And he promised to let them al
in to see The Wolf dead freei