The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1881-03-10
JOE WlNROW.
A Pious Gentlelnan's Tribute to a Deceased
Pugilist.

A Pious Gentlelnans Tribute to a Deceased
Pugilist.
A we'll known citizen, remarkable for his
unostentatious benevolence and plety,
stepped into the Pioneer boat house yes
terday, says the San Francisco Chronicle:
and asked Mike Price:
''Where is Joe Winrow? have not seen
him around since got back from the east.
The Athlete wherry rover pulled out
copy of the Chronicle, and with a tear in
his eye, read notice of the veterans
death.
I'm sorry to hear it" said the pious. cus-
toner.
did you ever take any lessons from
him. the scullerasked.
The pious customer opened his eyes wide.
"Good gracious, mop said he. Il never
put on boxing glove in my life, and trust
I may never be induced to raise my hand in
anger against any one. They say Winrow
was great fighter"
You bet, " said the sculler, proudly.
"Do you know" said the pious gentleman,
that was acquainted with Winrow for
several years before could bring myself
to believe he was fighter. He was q
neighbor of mine for long time. When
he moved in some one told me he was a
prize fighter, and expected every day to
see hin engage in quarrel. TO my sur
prise Inever saw him have misunderstand-
ing with any one. He was always sober
and pleasant, and noticed he used to stop
and chat with the little children. Every
body spoke kindly of him, and began to
think there must be some terrible mistake
about the reputation he had Of being des-
perate fighter I doubted whether he could
| fight at all, he was SO quiet; but one day,
down on Washington street saw him save
little child from the wheels Of milk
wagon. The driver, great burly fellow,
took no trouble to avoid the little one, and the
child would certainly have been in ured and
perhaps killed had not Winrow rushed in
and seized her. The driver only jeered,
and would have gone on had not Joe shout
ed out to him that he ought to be arrested
The fellow stoppedat once and commenced
to use fearful language.
| "'Tve good MUD, said he, to get down
and give you a licking
"'You'd better try it, said Winrow, who
was holding the little girl by the hand. IF
you step down I'll break your jaw, you big
rufian.'
''The driver jumped down at once, and
made rush at Joe, and I really trembled
for him, for his assallant was ferocious
looking fellow, and great deal heavier and
stronger The old man did not seem to be.
a bit scared, though. He just lifted the lit
tie child away few feet, and then turned
and threw out his right hand to the driver,
and the fellow went down like log. I was
astonished beyond measure, for the old
man did not seem to make any extraordin
airy exertion. The driver got up at once,
and made another rush at Joe, and the old
man threw out his left hand, and down
the billigerent party again as if he had been
shot. was more surprised than ever, for
the second blow seemed to stun the fellow,
and he lay for some time on his back in the
mud. Then he turned over. and crawled
on his hands and knees to the wagon, and
climbed up in dazed sort of a way to the
seat and drove off. noticed that his face
was covered with blood. When it was all
over took the old man by the hand, and
the first thing I knew was complimenting
him, though never thought I should be
found praising man for striking another
down on the street. The old fellow only
laughed though.
oh that's nothing, said he. Why the
duffer couldn't lick a 10-year-old boy. |
don't believe he knew how to hit me if I
| ctoo1 on1 Lot him,