The Washington herald., 1920-08-14
New York City
Every Dog Has His Day.
By o. o. Mcintyre.

New York, Aug. 13.-Fifth ave-
nue's famous million-dollar dog
yard is to be sacrificed to the sky
scraping madness. Imagine depriv-
ing a poor little pup of a place to
frolic just to put up an ONCE build
ing where people in trade may
clamor for money. Verify. the world
is askew.
The million-dollar dog yard is
next door to the gloomy Mansion
of Broken Shutters on the avenue
at Thirty-ninth street. The man
sion and the dog yard were the
property of the late John Gottlieb
Wendell, an eccentric millionaire,
whose elderly spinster sisters now
live in the house.
The house is one of mystery that
every one notices passing up or
down Fifth avenue. The paint is
sealed from the bricks, the shut
ters flap about in dilapidation.
People tell of seeing parchmentlike
faces peering from the windows
now and then. The sisters never
appear on the streets.
Wendell, who drove about in a
carriage 116 years old behind an
antiquated family horse would new
er improve his property. His real
estate holdings were valued at $780,
100000. His sisters followed the
same course and all the property
has fallen into decay.
And now tradition has been toss
ed out the window. The yard next
door, valued at a million, was used
only for a place where a frisky
little skye-terrier might play.
Through the cracks I have seen the
little fellow chasing a rubber ball
while my muzzled and leashed pup
at my side looked on with a back
bristling with righteous indigna-
ton. My dog never saw the sight
without being all full of purple
thoughts for several days.
One Of the Wendell properties was
on Broadway at Fiftieth street.
Capt Churchill wanted to buy the
property for a lobster palace and
the deal was almost closed when
Wendell learned for what purpose
the building was to be used. 1t
was called off. He would never
have a tenant who was In the
amusement, liquor or sporting
business. And the old house on
Fifth avenue reflected that condl-
IlOn OIL tnOuBnI
They "Got the Cop"
Eleventh street went after a cop
the other highland got him.
When the reserves arrived he was
badly beaten up and not a soul
could be found who knew a thing
about it. Eleventh street reflects
the glories of the old Bowery long
after it was the sweet scented
Bourie.
1t is a street OF gangs. The Hud-
son busters are in command now.
Young cigarette smoking handles.
who have turned to boot-legging
to add to the money they accept
from their Molls. have a long nurs-
ed hatred for cops. 1t begins when
they are in short pants starting
their careers by stealing from dago
stands.
The offending cop the other day
accidentally shot a well liked young
loafer in the neighborhood. The
word wnt out to get the cop. The
officer was walking up the street
at dusk-a street of cheap shops,
pool-halls. candy stores. chop suey
parlors, nickel movies and the like.
Suddenly he was attacked from
dozen different angles by young
men who stepped from Railways.
When the reserves arrived his
whistle. club and revolver were
gone and he was semi-conscious.
Walters Know Life.
Head walters know much OF life.
I sat near the entrance of a roof
garden the other night. Came two
elderly men with two Broadway
fappers. As they came UP the
stairs their shoulders shimmied to-
the jazz. Both wore huge bouquets
of orchids and all had dined and
wined comfortably. They were
seated. Soon after two young men
came-snappy young men in pigeon
blood shirts. trousers fared at the
bottom and hats over their ears.
They too were seated. Trailing
the gals" said the head-waiter to
me. How he knew I do not know.
But soon the girls left to go to the
telephone. Later the young men
left but two hours later the old
boys were waiting and wearing
worried looks.