Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1874-12-11


| do not care to say that Chandler
drinks to excess; he might arrest me
for criminal libel; but | think may
venture with impunity to the state.
mcnt that he is not a strictly temper
ancc man, and that after dinner he
/ inclines to become excessively gar
rulous. A friend reports me a sample
Of Chambers style, as follows:
Chandler loves to boast Of his
strength. Upon this particular occa
sion he raised his arm over the table
'Scc my muscle" said he; 81 can
lick any man OF my size anywhere
if am an old man; that is because
| am scicnced in the business. But
| won't lick Il man unless he is gen
tleman. Now, when a man tells
damlise about me, my way is to 90
and lick him, if he is n gentleman
Now, look at Don Pott (PiatO; he
tells more damlise about me, and !
would lick him, but Don Pott is no
gentleman. George Townsend | was
going to lick once for telling a dam
lie about me, and hunted for him
over 4 week, but before | found him
| learned that he was no gentleman
and 50 his hide was saved"
Chandler's great hobby is his skill
as a pugilist. Roscoe Conklin is also
great boxer. He has a private
gymnasium in his residence at Wash
ington, where, after dinner, he invites
such of his friends as are gymnas
tically inclined for a friendly little
bout with the gloves. Conklm is a
very good amateur boxer, and, as he
is II 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. Fol
some time it was an open dispute be
tween Chandler and Conklin which
was the better boxer OF the two
Chandler would, after. every dinner
party Of which he was Il member
calmly assert that he could lick any
man Of his weight in the United
States. One day last winter Chand
Ter dincd with Conklin, and the latter
inveigled the great war senator into
the private gymnasium. The gloves
were donncd and the two doughty
champions began to make graceful
senatorial passes toward one another
according to the most approved rules
of the =. II. The bout, however
was Of very short duration. Chand
Ter suddenly received blow between
the eyes which caused the huge scna
torial form to 90 backward; his trusty
legs failed him, and then he sat down
so hard that tears came out OF bis
eyes. 1t took four men to get tho
war senator upon his legs, but he
threw up the sponge at once, without
any further effort to punish Conkling
The only remark he was heard tc
make was, ''Damstrange. and "l'll
! fix him, yet"
1 Conkling and Chandler were much
together, in a social way, and it was
not long after the above occurrence
when Chandler received another III
vitation to come up to his house and
spread his legs under Conl>lings 5 SO
cial board. Chandler sent back word
that he regretted very much his III
ability to be present, but he had AT
his house guest, valued constitu
ent from Michigan, and he could moi
leave him. Conkling sent back
word, "bring your friend along
With this form Of invitation Chand.
1 Ter consented to come up. He
brought his friend with him, and in
troduced him as Mr.. Howard, Of De
troit, Mich. Howard was a sad-eyed
man of ditlident manners, who con
tented himself with paving very
close attention to the themes of the
bill of fare, rather than to join in the
general conversation ut the dinner
table. Conkling was III great glee
during the dinner. lie told over
and over AGAIN the story Of Chand-
Ter 5 discontinue, and never seemed
to tire ofasking him what he thought
Of his ability to lick any man i'll the
United States. Chandler took all
these remarks III an absent minded
way, as if, suddenly, he had been
lifted above any such petty ambition
of considering himself y fine athlete
After dinner, Conkling led his guests
into the gymnasium for a general
smoke and chat.
Come" said he, pleasantly, to
Chandler, "don't you want another
bout with the gloves" and thel
Conkling laughed again in his most
cheerful, turkey-gobbler style, as he
put on pair Of gloves.
"No, | don't want to box" said
Chandler; ''but perhaps my friend
here would consent to amuse you.
Turning to Mr. Howard, Chandler
remarked, "You box, do you not?"
Mr.. Howard still looked sad-eyed
and absentminded. He did once
know something about it, but it was
such a long time ago.
"Come, comc," said Conkling, ''le1
us have friendly bout. | wont
hurt you"
Evidently the great New York
Senator was going to knock som,
one down. The sad-eyed Mr.. How
ard, evidently hattered at the pros
pect Of being knocked down by sc
distinguished man, began slowly to
put on Il pair Of gloves. As he was
drawing on the gloves, Chandler was
observed to walk down a little to the
background. a contentcd look was
on his face, and every now and then
he would raise his huge right foot
under his voluminous coat-tail, and
give himself Il congratulatory kick,
expressive of rapture.
The sad-cyed man now came for
ward, and the round began. Conk.
ling was for proceeding at once to
knock his opponent down, and he
would have done so had he not found
great difficulty in getting anywhere
near the sad-eycd man. The attain
eliminated by the sad-eyed man
suddenly rushing forward and land
ing 4 thunderbolt Of fist between
Conkling's eyes. The Senator went
over like 4 great tree, and rolled into
the corner Of the room, where he lay
for Il moment stunned by the coneus-