Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-09-30
STAYING FRACAS
Sheridan Club, Number One,
Binding Up Its Wounds.
ROW AT BURNETT'S PARK
Every One Wanted to Head Line to
Get First Hand-0ut.
SOME PINTs OF GORE SPILLED
Fists and Weapons Used and Wom-
an Roughly Handled-Police
Gather Them In.
ROW AT BURNETT'S PARK
SOME P1NTs OF GORE SPILLED

Inc Snerldan CluD, NumDer one, nelQ
a thanksgiving last night at Burnett's
Park, V near Sd street northwest. This
morning about all Of the members are
in the hospital or have been there.
The Sheridan Club. Number One. is
a social organization Of young celored
men. A lamb Staying is little brother
to an OK barbecue.
A lamb Staying is weird sort of
sociable, held in an open lot, where a lamb
is spitted across q hickory wood fire, with
accompaniment Of beer and other
liquids. When the grand high auxiliary
butcher announces that he is ready to
begin carving every gentleman steps
into line and takes his turn to get a
hand out-a big slice Of roast lamb.
1t happened last night that a young
colored man named George Ford-also
called George Dinah-was standing in
the front of the line with a watering
mouth, hungry for meat. Behind him
were enough members of the club to
make up several wagonloads when the
eighth precinct police arrived later as
unlimited guests.
These members were just as hungry as
George Ford. alias Dinah. Just to show
George that his position as head man
was to be won and maintained only by
might and force of arms. somebody push
ed George Ford head over heels into the
lamb.
Ford Has to Yield Precedence.
George Ford turned around as soon as
he could disentangle himself from the
gravy and banged the second man in the
head with hard fist. AS one man the
Sheridan Club Number One drew its null
titude of varied weapons Frenzied by
a oil nf 0S~<4 81,
Edward Steen opened his knife and be-
gan cutting-not the lamb, but his Woeful-
ly hungry associates.
'Lemme at him; femme at him." he
yelled.
''Who?' cried a friend of Stems.
You, you crab.' yelled Steen.
Over went the friend with Steen atop
his shoulders. Some one pulled them
apart, and threw Steen into a wriggling
mass of members Of Sheridan Club Num-
bricks.
Around the roasting lamb the battle
ragged. no one knowing whom to fight.
but each man trusting that he was on
the 5sh b1b side of the had The
chance to carve every one In the place.
as he welded a butcher knife built ON
the lines of q machete. But he stuck to
his post by the meat and stuffed himself
Edward steen. aforementioned. hoped
to another. dealing disastrous jabs. He
Is usually on good terms with his brother
Alex, but in the weird, dancing lights
and shadows Of the lamb Staying his rage
knew no brother.
Alex was cut in 30 many places that
the police had not made a complete CEN
sus of them at IL am. today. In fact,
Alex said to his brother Ed this morning
before they were arraigned in court:
why. Ed, dom yo' know, yo' done cut
NAH. Look at dat coat. man. Yo' done
made a regular Salome garment outen
it,"
And he had, too. 1t is the most venti-
lated coat seen in the Police Court in a
long time.
Breach Of Decorum.
The Steen brothers were not the only
members of Sheridan Club No. 1 in the
excitement at Burnetts Park. It has been
limited that there were few who were not
embroiled.
One shocking breach Of decorum, calcu-
lated to make every Sheridanite blush
with modification when he appreciates
how heinous the offense, was the way
they treated a lady who stepped in to see
what she could do to help carve a fellow
lamb slayer. She said this morning:
"Ah jes' step over to see what All cd
do, an some er desc yere loW-down v
street trash done bus me in de mouf
and knock me right squah in de fiah.''
A large man, very powerful and very
dark, with the agility of the Australian
antelope, leaped about the outskirts of the
melee with closed fists, planting blows
here and there wherever a face showed
above the mass of writing Sheridanites.
One Sheridanite. little slower than the
others, stood gaping at swirling nest OF
arms and legs wondering which side he
was on.
This reverie was interrupted by a blow
under the jaw, struck by guerilla fighter
who sneaked behind him. The dreamer
went to sleep for the rest of the evening.
Somebody grabbed the lamb off the fire
and swiped the first assistant vice presi-
dent In the stomach with it. The official
lamb slayer tried to rescue the meat, and
was showed head and shoulders into
tub full Of beer bottles.
One Sheridanite in high hat climbed
upon platform, and, spreading his arms
like monoplane. sailed half way across
Burnetts Park and bowled over half q
dozen members with the top Of his head
Had the moon been near enough there
would have been blood upon it's surface
AS it is. Burnett's Park was drenched
with gore. Many a Sheridanites cloth
ing is dark stained and dabbled with the
life fluid of the clubs members.
Police Gather Them In,
Somehow or other, Sheridanite who
had enough found his way to the eighth
precinct station, several blocks away. Up
jumped Policemen Cole, Edwards, Swee-
ney, Holmes Sherlock Holmes, No. 1,
they call him) and Gilfoil.
1t was midnight then. The squad spent
the rest of the night hours gathering in
Sheridan Club. No. I, most Of whose
members left the battlefield when they
heard the police were coming.
The police rounded up some of the
bleeding ones at Freedmen's Hospital.
Others hid in various outhouses and I'M
der beds. One man crouched in the rafIers
of a stable and was pulled down amid
the outlaws of other members, already
taken in tow.
BY o'clock this morning several wag-
onloads of Sheridanites had been cared
for at No. 8.
Several disorderly cases in Judge KIM
balls court growing out of the lamb STAY
ing were quickly disposed of. the police
me-: calmly calling them ordinary" Up
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