The tribune. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1874-12-16
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A SENATORIAL STORY.
How Zach Chandler Got Even with Ros-
coe eonkling In tho Gymnasium.


How Zach Chandler Got Even with Ros-
! coe conkling In tho Gymnasium.
Zach Chandler, Of Michigan, loves to
boast OF his strength, a correspondent
writes. Upon this particular occasion
he raised his arm over the table.
"See my muscle" said he "I can
lick any man of my size anywhere, if I
am an old man that is because I am
scienced in the business. But won't
Lick. man unless he is gentleman"
Chandler's great hobby is his skill as
pugilist. Roscoe Conkling, of New
York, is also a great boxer. He has q
private gymnasium in his residence at
Washington, where after dinner he in
vites suoh of his friends as are gymnas-
tically inclined for q friendly little bout
with the gloves. Conkling is very
good amateur boxer, and as he is very
large, powerful man, he generally has it
his own way with the guests who are
bold enough to put the gloves on with
him. For some time it was an open
dispute between Chandler and Conkling
which was the better boxer of the two.
Chandler would after every dinner
party of which he was a member, calm
ly assert that he could lick any man of
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day last winter Chandler dined with
Oonkling, and the latter inveigled the
great war Senator into the private gym
nasium. The gloves we're donned, and
the two champions began to make
graceful Senatorial passes toward one
another. The borlt, however, was of
very short duration. Chandler sud-
denly received O. blow between the eyes
which caused his huge form to go over
backward his trusty legs failed him,
and then he sat down SO hard that tears
came out of his eyes. It took four men
to get the war Senator upon his legs,
bnt he threw mp the sponge at once,
without any further effort to punish
Conklfng. The o:.lJ remark he was
heard to make was, " "strange," and
I'll fix him yet" 7.
.Conkling and Chandler were much
together in a social way, and it was not
long after the above occurrence when
Chandler received another invitation to
comeHup to mis- house and spread his
legs 1lnder sConkling's social, board.
Chandler sent back word that he re-
gretted very much his inability to be
present, but he had a guest at his
house, valued constituent from Michi-
gan, and he could not leave him.
Conkling sent back word, Bring your
friend along" With this form of invi-
tation Chandler consented to come up.
He brought his friend with him, and
introduced him as Mr.. Howard, of De-
troit, Michigan. Howard was a sad
eyed man OF difident manners. who
contented himself with paying a very
close attention to the themes Of the bill
of fare rather than to join in the gen.
eral conversation Of the dinner table.
Conkling was in great glee during the
dinner. He told over and over again
he story of Chandler's discontinue as
boxer, and never seemed TO tire of
asking him what he thought about his
ability to lick any man in the United
States. Chandler took all these re-
marks in an absent-minded way, as if,
suddenly, he. had become lifted above
any such petty ambition of considering
himself fine athlete. After dinner
Conkling led his guests into the gym
naslum for general smoke and chat.
Come" said he pleasantly to
Chandler, "don't you want another
bout with the gloves ?" and then Conk-
ling laughed again as he put on a pair
of gloves.
"No, I don't want to box" said
Chandler "but perhaps my friend
here would consent to amuse you."
Turning to Mr.. Howard, Chandler re-
marked. "You box, do you not p
MIR. Howard still looked sad-eyed
something about it, but it was such a
long time ago.
"Come, come," said Conkling, "let
us have c friendly bout. I won't hurt
YOU"
Evidently the great New York Sena-
tor was pining to knock some one down.
The sad-eyed Mr.. Howard, evidently
fiattered at the prospect of being
knocked down by 30 distinguished
man, began slowly to put on pair of
gloves. As he was drawing on the
gloves Chandler was observed to walk
down little to the background. A con-
tented look was on his face.
The sad-eyed man now came for
ward, and the round began. Conkling
was for proceeding at once to knock his
opponent down, and he would have
done SO had he not found great diff
Guilty in getting anywhere near the sad
eyed man. The affair eliminated by
the sad-eyed mans suddenly rushing
forward and landing a thunderbolt of
fist between Conkling's eyes. The
Senator went over like q big tree, and
rolled into the corner of the room,
where he lay for moment stunned by
the concussion. He was heard to say
afterward that he thought a house had
fallen on him.
Conkling had enough of boxing for
once. Chandler made several pleasant
little remarks about the skill of his
friend Conkling, which were not re-
ceived in the most cheerful way.
Judge of Conkling's feelings the next
day when he learned that Chandler had