The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1874-11-26
A SENATORIAL MILL.
'Conkling and Chandler--HeW the
Michigander Paid off AN Ol0
Score. Mr.. Howard, of Michigan.
Sends C0nkling to Grass.

do not care to say that Chandler
drinks to excess; he might arrest me
for criminal libel, but | think l may
venture with impunity the statement
that he is not a strictly temperance
man, and that after dinner he inclines
to become excessively garrulous. A
friend reports me sample of Chan
dler's style, as follows: Chandler loves
to boast of his strength. Upon this
particular occasion he raised his arm
over the table.
''See my muscle said he, Il can
lick any man Of my size anywhere, If |
am an old man; that is because | am
scienced in the business. But | won't
lick man unless he is gentleman.
Now. when a man tells damllse about
nae, my way is to 90 and lick him, if he
is gentleman. Now look at Don Pott
(Piatt); he tells more damlise about
me, and l would lick him, but Don Pott
is no gentleman. George Townsend |
was going to lick once for telling a
damlie about me, and hunted ior him
over a week, but before | found HIM,
learned that he was no gentleman, and
80 his hide was saved.
Chambers great hobby is his skill as
a pugilist. Roscoe Conkllng is also
great boxer. He has a private gymna-
SUM in his residence at Washington,
where after dinner he invites such Of
his friends as are gymnastlcally IN
ciined for friendly little bout with
the gloves. Conkline is a 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 on the gloves
with him. For some time it was an
open dispute between Chandler and
Conkiing as to which was the better
boxer of the two. Chandler would.
after every dinner party of which he
was a member, calmly assert that he
could lick any man Of his weight in the
United States. One day last winter
Chandler dined with Conkling, ard the
latter inveigled the great war Senator
into the private gymnasium. The
gloves were donncd, and the two dough-
ty champions began to make graceful
senatorial passes toward one another
according to the most approved rules
of the p. Z. The bout, however, was
of very short DURATION Chandler sud-
denly received blow between the eyes
which caused the huge senatorial form
to 90 over backward; his trusty legs
failed him, and he sat down so hard
that tears came out of his eyes. 1t
took four men to get the war Senator
upon his legs, but he threw up the
sponge at once. without any further
eifor. to punish Conkling. The only
remark he was heard to make was,
"Damstrangc y and "l'll fix MIN yet. =
Conklng and Chandler were much
together in social way, and it was not
long after the above occurrence when
Chandler received another invitation to
come up to his house and spread his
legs under Conkling's social board.
Chandler sent back word that he re-
GREETED very much his inability to be
present, having at his house guest, a
valued constituent from Michigan, and
he could not leave him. Conkling sent
back word, Bring your friend along.
With this form Of invitation Chandler
consented to come up. He brought his
friend with him, and introduced him as
Mr.. Howard Of Detroit, Michigan.
Howard was a sad-eyed man of difiident
manners, who contented himself with
paying very close attention to the
themes Of the bill of fare, rather than
to join in the general conversation a.
the dSner table. Conklirg told over and
over again the story Of Chambers dis.
.oomfiture 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
remarks in an absent minded way. as
if. suddenly, he had become lifted above
any such petty ambition of considering
himself fine athlete. After dinner
Conklng led his guests into the gym.
Rasium for a general smoke and chat.
Come said he, pleasantly, tc
Chandler, don't you want another
bout with the gloves - and then Conk.
ling laughed again in his most cheerful
turkey gcbbler style, as he put on a
pair of gloves.
NO, don't want TO box" said
Chandler; but perhaps my friend here
would consent to amusc you. Turn
ing to Mr.. Howard, Chandler remarked
You box. do you not -
Mr.. Howard still looked sad-eyet
and absent.minded. He did once know
something about it. but it was such q
aong time ago.
"Come. come" said Conkling. let u:
have friendly bout. | won't hur,
you.
Evidently the great New York Sena
tor was plring to knock some ous
down. The sad eyed Mr.. Howard, evi
IDENTIFY flattered at the prospect Of be-
ing knocked down by so distinguished
y man. began slowly to put on a pair Of
gloves. As he was drawing on tn.
gloves. Chandler Was observed TO wall
down little to the background. 4
contented look was on his face. ana
every now and then he would raise hi:
huge right foot up under his swavins
voluminous coat-tail and give himself !
.congratulatory kick. expressive of rap
ture.
The sad-eyed man new came forward
and the round began. Conkling wa.
for proceeding at once to knock his op
ponent down, and he would have don,
SO had he not found great difficulty il
getting anywhere near the sad-eye,
man. The affair eliminated by tn
sad-eycd mans suddenly rushing for