Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1918-01-01
The Pasty-
Faced
Doctor

tStooping m a
Strengthened up
and looking the foreman straight II
the eye, calmly replied: Hes dead
This did not seem to Tease the fore
man in the least and he beloved
out: How do you know he is dead|
The man answered simply: I'm 6
DOCTOR" Then the foreman once
again exploded: "A doctor! Blawst
my headlights, a doctori Well. II
you're a doctor. what in HI are
you doing on a horse ship ? You
ought to be rolling pills for the
high-brows."
The doctor never took his piercing
look from the eye of the foreman
The foreman was now like an en-
ragged bull. Splitting all over him.
self, he clustered out: well, If he's
dead, there is no doctor that can dc
him any good. A couple of you
skunks over there addressing two
negroes who were almost blanched
to a blush white and who were
trembling nearby, get ahold of him
anu dId6 OuI VI ShS "Sss' OAAN
of the negroes, with a leering grin,
replied: II shipped on this here ship
10 handle horses, and L don't allow
nohow that it's my work to tote
corpses around"
Just then the second foreman
rushed over, gave the negro push
out of the way and, grabbing the
heels of the dead man, pulled him
away from the run. l turned away
sickened with disgust. The fore
man then took an empty oat sack
and spread it over the bloody head.
Just then the changing bell of an
ambulance was heard and q whlte-
clothed doctor, followed by two men
with q stretcher, pushed their way
through the crowd of horses and
horsemen. They were accompanied
by a policeman. The body was put
into the ambulance and taken away,
while the police officer went on
board the ship.
The pasty-faced doctor was hold
ing onto the rail of the runway ana
coughing. 1 thought each gasp
would be his last. The second lore
man was talking to him. The doc
tor paid no attention. Going up pe-
hind the doctor, the foreman cody
the point of his jaw. The doctor
rumpled up and leel on the dock.
At this cowardly and dastardly act
[ saw red and made a leap at the
foreman. An onrushing light nashed
in front of me and a, huge locomo-
tive, going 60 miles an hour, hit
me between the eyes; then black
ness. When l came to, L was lying
in my bunk in the hold. l had an
al,n
came back to me with a flash.
could hear the gurgling of water on
the ships side and knew we were
under way. Right then and there l
decided never again, especially While
aboard ship, to interfere with the
foreman. Among that gang OF hu-
man wrecks and cutthroats 1t was
every man for himself and the sur
vival of the fittest. 1 had two beau
tiful black eyes, and my nose telt
like a football.
went up on deck. The moon and
stars were out and the twinkling
lights of New York harbor were
gradually fading into the distance.
Leaning over the rail were the fore
man and the veterinarian, Doc
Casey, by name. The foreman was
talking. Snatches of his converse
ton reached my ears:
why ihhb OuhSit
scum they wished on me couldn't
load lump sugar, one lump at time
How Brown expects me to deliver
1900 horses into Bordeaux with this
scurvy outfit. 1 don't know. We're
lucky, Tn thinkin,' if five hundred
O. them don't die. Why, there's not
one o. the blighters knows which
end of a horse eats hay. I tell you,
Doc. your work is cut out for you.
II, in a few days, you don't have q
couple of hundred cases of collie on
your hands, then I'm a bloomin'
liar"
DOC" Casey answered:
well, I'll tell you, Mr.. Goorty,
this is my third trip over and / have
seen some tough punches, but this
one is the limit, and I sure have a