Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1883-11-28
Tho Jolly Old sport.

Inc jolly OIL sport SAT IN DrOau =
backed armchair before cheerful CRATE
in his chop-bouse. On table by his
side was a pewter mug filled with beer
and within easy reach. On the walls
of the cosy room were pictures of de-
funct heroes of the prize ring, prints OF
horses, bulldogs and English mail
coaching scenes.
The old mau was In communicative
mood. THE fighters that's goin' now.
sdays aint like the fighters as used to
know when 1 was young feIler." said
he. ''rhere's too much of writin' of
challenges now. an too much Of a
foolin' with soft gloves. Why don't
they use the bare dukes as they used to
do?''
The solitary listener frankly admit
ted that he could not answer the 9ues
ton.
"Then I'll tell you,' said the jolly old
fellow, with an unctuous chuckle. ''II's
because they're afraid of their mugs.
1 was a talkin' to old Bill Clark the
other night, HIM as they calls Perfess.r.
and a good 'un he is. There's IA thou
sand fighters in this country as calls
themselves champions, Bill Bays l.;
how many of 'em has got broken
noses?' What do you think he said?"
The listener ''gsve it up" SO to
speak.
'.Well. bless me soul, he couldn't
name more than Rarthur Chambers,
Mike Donovan, Bill Jordan, and two or
three others There aint no broken
noses among the champions because
they amt fighters. Morrisssy, Heenan,
Bill Davis, Deaf Burke. Tom Sayers,
Bob Brettle, Harry Broome. Tom Oh
ve-, in fact nearly all Of the old-timers,
had their noses broke beooz they fought.
l tell you, some of the old 'llns can
down the young 'uns yet"
Tell me If you saw an old man de-
feat young one?' said the listener.
The sport drained his mug and it
was promptly filled upon his conpan-
IONS order. A pleasant glow over
spread the Veterans rugged features and
he chuckIed as he remarked;
Perhaps We think L can't. Some
years ago, 1t don't matter how long, L
was one OF gang that went down to
Fort Hamilton to see old Turner and
young Jack Gallagher fight 1t was
comm on TDanksgivln' and the old
man wanted to make stake bad, SO he
agreed to fight one of the cleverest
young sparfers Harry Hill had then.
Vel, the fight came of In queer
place" anl here the Old sport paused.
"Where?'
"In the ceiier of hotel that John
Leary owned, him Us you hear called
Red He wasn't there though. The
men stripped to the buff, Bob Murray
took au interest IN the old man because
he was old. Charley johnson, Mike
Kennedy, and lot OF Brooklyn chaps
were there on the other side"
But the light, Tell me of the
fight
The old man chuckled again, Eye
wouldn't be half as anxshus to fight as
hear the stoy. The two men banged
away at the start. Gallagher landed on
the old 'un's kisser, got away crossed
him, ducked aud planted a red hot 'un
on the old fellers left lamp, then one
on the nose, and got fust blood. To
nihhc ~ ioht3 oeOiy ShoAs VIZ uh
made chopin block OF the old fellow
and cut him up bad. But every time
that time was called the old 'un KEEP
up grimm through the blood Is
streamed down his mug. You'd a
pitied the old man, but he wouldn't
give In becoz he was q fghtin' for his
rhanksgivin' turkey. Finally the old
'un smashed Gallagher heavy on the
ribs and made him grunt. Then he got
there sgin. Murray yells:
"'I bet hundred TO ninety the old
man WILLS yet.
THAT give the old fellow heart and
he slammed away. If Gallagher had
STUCK he'd Won the battle, but the
Old boys nerve licked the lad. He give
up without havin' a scratch Oh him.
When the sponge went up the old man
says, Il guess won that turkey"
Did he get it?'
You bet he did" and the jolly old
fellow chuckIed.