The Detroit times., 1912-06-03
Observer Who Witnesses Scores
of Inhuman Acts Writes on
Behalf of Dumb Brutes
QUICK ACTION NEEDED
Steps Should Be Taken to Pro-
tect Them in City Famed
for Modern Ideas

Stories OF a poor sore-eyed, starved
horse. kicked, beaten, with chair
rung, shovel handle, barrelstave, oil
other things eqully suitable, had beer
told to me by numerous children and
one morning, by chance. | happened
upon an instance that simply nauseat
ed me. could not believe thai such
an animal could lie driven through
the streets OF any city not inhabited
by people; whose moral sense was
brutalized by their adamantine selfish
ness-but this was Detroit the Beau
tiful!"
II is utterly impossible to form a
mental picture OF this suffering dumb
creature. | touch and handle horses
In almost any condition Of influenza
and sores, but, although, my heart
bled for this poor thing, even | was
afraid of contamination. AS | stood
wondering and distressed, a man came
up. saying
Its shame to keep that horse
alive
20! I'd get myself into trouble; I've
got to mind my own business, was the
reply.
/ continues to my office, called for
a motorcyclist and resumed my work.
| heard that the man had been to see
the horse and had done nothing. l
also called the superintendent of what
supposed was humane society, but
ther ewas nothing doing.
About three weeks afterward | was
told that the horse was dead and sup
posed that the officer had finally shot
1t, but no-the owners own daughter
told me that her father had killed IT.
not in mercy.
They soon had another horse treat
ing ii in the same way
A city cannot expect It's citizens to
remain human In any attribute If 1t
allows them to brutalize themselves
and others.
From a third story window, once
saw horse fastened TO a tree, acting
In a frantic manner. Feeling sur eff
what | should find, | ran down stairs
and examining the horse took OFF the
bride TO find a large piece % skin
gone near from the temple Upon
examination, found the pin OF the
buckle sharpened to point and ex.
tending horizontally in the horses
temple.
Having called a cyclist, awaited
his coming but the driver appeared
and, although told to matt for the
officers, harnessed the horse and
drove of, saying, my boss will stand
for anything | do" So he might, for
there was no sign or mark of any kind
TO prove who his owner was. This
horses back all along the spine, was
a mass OF raw sores.
Another Case.
One sweltering afternoon in July,
returning up Woodward-ave. from
town suffering extreemly myself from
the heat / came upon what checked
my pity for myself, as | saw a coal
wagon being unloaded.
The two horses, rather the remains
of horsese were covered with sores.
sweat, coal dust and flies! Their heads
were hanging and their frame work
exposed in every part. the welts of the
whip even in that emaciated covering
of bones.
The driver, of course, was impudent
at first, but | stood there and with
my handkerchief and a paper kept the
| flies off the poor thing while he work
ed. He finally suftened and told me
| that the barn boss had begged that he
might shoot that horse, but the owner
leading coal and Ice man in the city
would not permit it. had previously
called on that owner to tell him OF a
case of abuse and his reply was
Send your husband to the phone. We
never pay any attention to what a No
man says about a horse.
One Excavation.
| All through the bitter cold of last
winter while working on excavations
horses were lashed numerically
would fall and were lashed again
stumbled to their feet, pulled. strain
ed: fell again under the lash, STUN
bled and strained their feet again un
der the lash from o'clock, or earlier
in the morning until dark. When the
thaw came II would seem as though a
relief might come. but not SO, Now
| IL Is a flood in a clay bed and the
poor things sink into the mire tc
their knees with every step again the
everlasting whips is applied. One
driver after another quits the work
Sick at heart, until finally a brutist
southern Negro keeps TO the work.
Overseeing this business-and mint
you they are his own horses-is ar
old man who salutes a woman who
objects to his brutality in beating his
horses, as You old goati"
This kind Of thing you must expect
| II you would aid the helpless.
Yet this place is on Woodward-ave
and the sight was witnessed fol
months by people who go once oI
twice a week to church and sing tha
most beautiful Of hymns. Abide Witt
Me-" in which the greatest tribut,
paid the master is help Of the help
less. II seems in Detroit as II IL mus
be God, help the helpless"
Whose business is this? Is Detr0
TO be forever disgraced by her lacI
OF humane feeling, her disgracefu
dog-pound and unspealIable horses7
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