Evening star., 1931-04-16
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

steps, or stoop. as it was called Cfrom
the Dutch stoep).
Suddenly a large black cat appeared
in a window in a house across the
street. We are not altogether sure, at
this distance, that we did net whisper
to Jinks, BLACK catr'
He gave q lunge.
Snapi
The stout leather leash broke as If
made of paper.
Seventy pounds Of white bulldog shot
across the street, leaped high into the
air, and dived through the parlor
window.
Now it happened that a gentleman
was having a watermelon party in the
dining room at the re1r of the house.
Picture the scene, a gentleman and
cronies, sitting around big table, eat
ing watermelon.
All at once a large black cat, the
household pet, Streaked through the
folding doors" which separated the
psrlor from the dining room, and shot
beneath the table.
Hot after 1t came bulldog.
He, too, dived under the table.
The black cat emerged on the other
side, and went right out the rear win
dow. some IL feet from the ground. Few
homes had screens in those days.
The white bull followed suit, his claws
rasping on the mosaic fcors of the era.
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The black form of the cat had no
sooner disappeared than the white bull
dog leaped into the air and sailed out
into the night.
1t was one scene in the varied, in
teresting and happy life of Jinks, cur
nj friend fPrOClOllC
in appearance that people would walk
of the sidewalk into the street when he
came by. he was as gentle as a we'll
bred child, and never harmed human
being.
He had a special, deep-throated bay,
which he reserved for special occasions.
In those days the streets Of Washington
we're filled with wandering musicians IN
Summer. men with pet bears in Au-
tumn, and venders of many wares, cry
ing musically aloud to heaven.
For some of these Jinks had a re-
markable distaste, and occasionally
would be moved to produce his deep,
penetrating growl, q sound somewhat
resembling the baying of a bloodhound.
A wandering bear, held safely on a
chain by his trainer, stirred Jinks to a
basso of which any dog in the wcrld
might have been PROUD. Never again
QlQ he ever IcdCIl JIldJ lOW IlObS.
Jinks was a we'll behaved dog-ex-
cept with cats-and loved to sit in his
friends laps. His size, however, made
this somewhat inconvenfent.
X x x X
His character was sweet. an adjective
which every one familiar with the breed
would be willing to award. There is no
finer dog anywhere than the bull terrier.
AS far as we know. no one of them has
ever harmed child, but, in keeping
with bulldog traditions, has taken only
the best of care Of them.
Our friend Jinks knew the sound
made by the footsteps of the family,
and at night would go down to the front
door when he heard those footsteps
more than a block away.
And this, mind you, on busy, crowd
ed city block, where many feet passed.
How did he know? Perhaps no one can
answer such a question. But he did
know, and never made mistake.
Memory plays strange tricks, but we
are always glad when 1t brings back
to- us cur old friend Jinks, bulldog, COM
rade, friend.
If there is a dog Valhalla, Jinks is
there, chasing black cats over clouds,
growing ferociously at bears. and wa
tering at the mouth for candy. We send
through time and space our old, old
cry:
"Sick 'em. Jinks! Sick em!"