One Edward Fitzgerald had a real affection for the pedigreed Guernsey bull belonging to Mrs. Helen Ledger Wood of Red Bank, N. J., where he was formerly employed. Every Sunday afternoon he visited the bull, petted him, let him out of the pen for a romp. Last week he was found gored to death.
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In Manhattan, the clang of fire engines split the night air. Fire-companies raced madly through deserted streets, turned corners recklessly, arrived; found one Mrs. Bessie Mann, 35, waiting, patient. Said she, ingenuous, to Magistrate Gordon, "I was on...
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