Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 69, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 March 1915 — TOREADOR ROUTS BULL FUR CO-EDS [ARTICLE]

TOREADOR ROUTS BULL FUR CO-EDS

Mu Armed with Lath Weapon Conies to the Rescue of Girl Students. JERSEY BULL IS BUY SCARED First Fight Mexican Style Scheduled in the History of Cook County. . Chicago—ln the barnyard of a farm a mile or so from the Glen View Golf club there is a Jersey bull who is suffering from a bad attack of nerves. Every time anyone comes near him he snorts, backs away and • crawls under the bam. If you were to come up to him suddenly and wave a handherchief in his face he would try to jump over the windmill and * bellow for help. There was a time when Claude—that’s his name —had the reputation of beint, the most ferocious bull in Cook county. But yesterday the combination of a bull fighter armed with a lath “espada” and a bed quilt, a professor'of history, a riding master and twenty cheering “co-eds” from Northwestern University proved too much for him. Here is the story of Cook county’s first and only bull fight and the undoing of Claude: At 1128 Foster Ave. there is a riding school, conducted by Walter C. Du Brock. Among his patrons are several members of Northwestern University faculty and a score or more co-eds. It has been their custom to meet at the school Saturdays and ride to a picnic enclosure near the Glen View club, owned by Mr. Du Brock. Among the acquaintances of the latter is “Ike” Levin, who has been a bull fighter in Mexico. The other day he suggested that he display to Mr. Du Brock’s pupils just how the sport was carried on. After meeting at the school, the party— there were twenty young women and as many men —rode out to the club. Included in the party 'was Prof. Harry Nightingale, head of the history department of the Evanston academy. After a picnic luncheon Mr. Du Brock and Prof. Nightingale went over to the farm of George Nielson to borrow Claude. The twenty co-eds scrambled hastily onto, the roof of i shed within the enclosure, while the men in the party got behind the fence. Attired in the regulation costume, “Toreador” Levin stood in the middle of the enclosure waving a gorgeous bed quilt. The co-eds sang the toreador song from “Carmen.” Suddenly shoutß were heard from a patch of woods jvlthin the enclosure, and out dashed Claude. He was bellowing and shaking his head ferociously. “Brave el toro!” shouted the spectators. “Viva el matador!" Whereupon the toreador stepped forward a yard or two and waved the bedqullt “capa.” Claude* not to be outdone, also stepped forward, waving his head. In this fashion they came to within a few feet of each other. Then Levin raised his lath and smote Claude on the brow. “Viva!” shrieked the co-eds. “What a splendid demonstration of alacrity!” called the professor encouragingly. It was too much for Claude. Ah expression of horrid, desperate fear crept into his eyes and he, suddenly turned and fled. Mr. Dußrock, assuming the duties of a picador and armed with the branch of a tree, chanced to be in the line of Claude’s retreat. But Claude saw nor heard not, with the result that the picador suddenly rose in the air, coming down on all fours as the bull disappeared among the trees. A searching party was sent after Claude, but he was nowhere to be found. A wrecked gate and a path of cut-up turf leading to his own barnyard were the cnly traces he left behind him.