Morning journal and courier., 1881-03-12
Price Four Cents.


 We'll, just held myself down to bed rock and watched that show to the finish Once or twice I thought they'd down the actors and between the rounds, while the music was getting little breathed, I felt scared: but just as soon as they scratched knowed the men and helped it all could, you bet '" ''How was it ?'' asked one of the mystified group. ''TeI us about it."
 It's just here; they had lot of fddles and horns and drums and squeakers on one side, and gang of men and women on the other. In the toss-up the actors got the ris- ing ground, and the music took the low level The packer and the music was there with a i stick, and when time was called, he was quick enough to get start for his side. But one of the women was onto his racket, and she just turned loose belch that twisted hair, now you hear me. The music packer got mad, and the fiddlers broke out, but it was no use the woman had the wind, and she belted that slow music like mule. You bet she was good one. Then the packer hol- lered at the boss drummer, and he took lick That seemed to worry the woman, for she spoke to a fat fellow with wen on his leg, and he slid for the drummer while the dame took another whirl at the fddlers. Fun? We'll strangers you can smile right out The music-backer seen he was getting the worst of it, and so he unclaimed the back fiddle. It wasn't fair, and was going to address the referee, but just then out popped the doggondest crowd you ever seen. More'n a million of 'em, and they went right into business: The fellows with the horns almost split the backs of their necks, but it was no use. The wo- men screeched and the men howled, and says, says l, How are you music . The back fiddler and the drummer held out the longest, but 1t was no use, for the crowd on the pla- teau won the round, and even drove the mu- sic out of the ring You ought tS see them fiddlers hunt their holesl'
 ''Was that the end of it ?'' asked a listener.
 'tWell, not much. Dog my cats if that music didn't fight five rounds tell you, their packer was game, but he had no show. In a second round him and squeak pipe wor- ried couple of women some, and one of the men was just getting under grip when they fired lot of triangles at him, but the fat fellow seen how things was going on and he lifted in. They had an adjustable horn ready for him, but he wore it out in four toots Then the drummer took another shy at him, but by that the women had got their breath, and they came for the drummer. saw the packer grinning, and I knew there was some deviltry, and all of @ sudden he just damned out with all his strength. It was the best rally he made, but the crowd was on the lookout for him, and in ten minutes he was square on his back. Just head one double, somebody Hold me down When I think of that difficulty, strangers, it just makes me Diced at the lungS."
 "How did it end ?" queried one of the crowd.
 "Well, the next two rounds wasn't very interesting. The actors found they had to kill one of their gang, cause he was a little light waisted; and one of the women was knocked out of time. But she was sickly and was trained badly. She had no business in that fight anyway. The fat man was good and the other woman was a regular old he The fiddle packer got some fair worlx in while they was killing the man and the woman, but the big mob come in on time, and when the fourth round closed the music was pretty well done up. It was on the fifth that put up most money on. I tell you, gentlemen, that music packer was good wood. Not flaw nor speck. He went for them people from the 'tGo." knowed he was in no condition to force the fighting, but I liked his game. Riddles and horns, and pipes and drums and triangles all going it, and then tho fat men and women what were left ripped square at lem. Over and under. Rough and tumble. It was the prettiest thing ever seen. I'd be dogged if there was ever such another piece of work cut out. But the actors drowned lem. The buck fiddler and the squeak piper held out longest, but they had no show, and when the show closed I'd have. been $4OO winner if the man I'd been betting with right in front of me hadn't slipped out with couple of women. Yes, sir; you can talk what you please, but when it comes to genuine fun, give me the opera. Strangers, will you come around the corner and join me in the doxologyT'