The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1909-02-25
LEFT HANDED
HORSE GETS HIS
DRIVER ARRESTED
Can't Be Induced to Stand
With Right Side to Curb,
Goodyear Says.
HIS NAME IS ANANlAS.
Has Disposition So Contrary
That Even Policeman Had to
Help John to Freedom.

! II Is a terrible thing to be the driver
OF left-handed horse. Magistrate Cor
nell, in the West Side Court, Is sure Of
It since he heard the lmpa ssioned plea
of John Goodyear. OF No. 35l West For.
ty.ninth street,, a grlzzed bakery wag-
on driver. accused OF the high traffic
crime and misdemeanor Of allowing his
wagon to stand port side on to the curb
OF Broadway at Fitty-first street.
John Goodyear was bristling with in.
dgnation when he was brought into
court. His wrath was not against the
policeman who had arrested him, not
at all. Not against the traffic law, for
he proclaimed that he thought the law
entirely reasonable. II was that 'gol-
darned horse" OF his. It was the most
| that ever an honest workingman was
condemned to sit behind. John Good
year would not even walt for Policeman
Morrison to state his complaint.
IT'S all true, what they say OF the
wagon facing the wrong way" he vol
unteered to the Court. But It's all the
fault of that horse.
Set In His Ways.
His Honor was so overcome by emo.
ton at this point that he took a trip
from the bench to the court room win.
dow and looked out into West Fifty.
fourth street. There stood the horse,
nose down, ears back and ribs making
the bristly TANKS TO gl!sten In even cor.
rugations against the morning sunlight
Just what is the criminal nature OF
that horse?" he asked.
Criminal nature Is the word, Your
Honor" cried John Goodyear CRATE.
fully THE horse should be in a horse
penitentiary somewhere for the trouble
It makes for me. Many's the time I've
told Mr.. Fowler, the boss. in the last
twenty years that II he didn't give me
another horse to me wagon I'd chuck
me job. There's no end to the sinful.
ness Of the beast. He'd steal the oats
from blind colts pail. Your Honor,
he is that dlshonorable.
1T isn't that the brute isn't old
enough to know better If Your Honor
don't believe It, do me the favor to
come out in the street to look at him.
But he is left-handed and obstinate. And
now 1t is the second time in the new
year he has had me arrested.
The Why Of It.
You see. Your Honor, he Is lame in
his left hind leg. And he's sef-willed
and lazy. And every time I drive him
up, all proper, with his right side to the
curb, as any well-mannered horse
should be proud to be drove, it's all
right so long as there isn't a lamp.
post or a letterboX near. He'll stand
for It, But II there's anything he can
letn against with that tired left side o,
his, no sooner am | gone into the GUS
toner's with a basket OF bread to de.
liver but that horse has whrled around
with his left side to the curb and his
left hind quarter leaning up against the
post for a rest.
Have you any witnesses" asked the
Magistrate, after successful effort a,
self-control.
Call the cop!" demanded John Good
year, not daunted, but rather rising
nightly to the righteousness OF hi,
cause, Now. l ask the policeman, You
Honor, who Ks certainly a judge Of New
York horsetIesh. good and bad, whether
there was ever viler minded, NOR,
cantankerous animal in all his exper
fence than that horse AnanIas Of mine.
Ananias Winkeo Sack.
"Ananas?" inquired the Court, chok
ing.
What else would I call him? But
want the policeman to answer my cues
ton. DId he ever see horse with ;
meaner eye?'
Il never did, Your Honor" said III,
policeman, solemnly, after chewing hi
under up fOr moment.
You may 20, John Goodyear" sal,
the Magistrate, but do try to reform
Ananias and teach him better ways.
joan left the court muttering vlndic
, lively. When he reached the sidewaH
he took three Jumps of sugar from On
sid. pocket Of his overcDat. Anania
: nipped them greed!ly and tried to pu
. his nose into the pocket FOR more.
Trying 10 rob me-after me keepin
you out of horse prison, where you be
! long, growed John GOODYEAR an
wnked. The Evening World reporte
is ready TO make affidavit that Ananla
winked hack Anyway, at the Corne
, John Goodyear paused and bought An
anias n large red apple.