Daily globe., 1881-03-07
Joe WinrOtc.


A well known citizen, remarkable fol-
his unostentatious benevolence and piety,
stepped into the Pioneer boat-house yes
terday, says the San Francisco Chronicle,
and asked Mike Price:
"Where is Joe Wlnrow? I have not
seen him around since l got back from
the east''
The athlete wherry rover pulled out a
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
customer.
''Did you ever take any lessons from
him?' the sculler asked.
The pious customer opened his eyes
wide "Good gracious, no!'' said he 81
never put on boxing glove in my life,
and trust 1 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 gentle
man, that was acquainted with Win
row for several years before could bring
myself to believe he was fighter. He
was a neighbor of mine for a long time.
When he moved in some one told me he
was prize fighter, and expected every
day to see him engage in quarrel. To
my surprise l never saw him
have misunderstanding with
any one. He was always
sober and pleasant, and noticed he used
to stop and chat with the little children.
Everybody spoke kindly of him, and l
began to think there must be some terri
BILE mistake about the reputation he had
of being desperate fighter. l doubted
whether he could fight at ALL he was so
quiet, but one day, down on Washington
street, saw him save a 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 injured and perhaps
killed had not Winrow rushed
in and seized her. The driver
only jeered, and would have gone
on had not Joe shouted out to him that
he ought to be arrested The fellow
stopped at once and commenced TO use
fearful language.
"sI've good mind, said he, ito get
down and give you licking
"sYoud 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 really trembled
for him, for his assailant was ferocious
looking fellow, and great deal heavier
and stronger. The old man did not seem
to be bit scared, though. He just lifted
tbo 1ittlo child awav few foot and then
turned and threw out his right hand at
the driver, and the fellow went down like
log. | was astonished beyond
measure, for the old man did not seem to
make any extraordinary eXertion. The
driver got up at once, and made another
rush at Joe and the old man threw out
his left hand, and down went the bellig-
erent party again as if he had been shot
l 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 way to the seat, and
drove off. | noticed that his face was
covered with blood. When it was all
over l took the old man by the hand, and
the first thing l knew was compliment
ing him, though never thought should
be found praising man for striking an
other down OH the street. The old fellow
only laughed, though.
ooh, that's nothing" said he. ''Why,
the dutfer couldn't lick 10-year- old boy.
1 don't believe he knew how to hit me if
[ stood and let him.