Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1883-03-16
In The Prize Ring.

A BRACE OF FAST PRESS sLUGGERs-TEN
DOLLARS AND COSTS.
The best writer, of history are those
who have lived history; hence the fol-
lowing account of the recent battle be-
tween Milwaukee journalists can be re-
lied on as the veracious record of an
eyewitness and actor in the strife:
Saturday afternoon dapper suit of
clothes, capped with seal skin and
based in calf, came into the Journal
office, bearing with it the rigid form
and marbleized features of F. F. Bur-
gin, brevet city editor of the Fast
Press. Following in his wake was an
other suit of clothes, another seal skin
cap, and another pair of calf-skin
boots animated by the lank and sep
ulchral features of Harry Cary, a nom
descript employe of tho Fast Press
Printing company. Pale face No. !
asked for copy of the Journal, and
it having been placed in his
hand, he adjusted a pair of gold
trimmed eyeglasses on his olfactory
organs, with trembling hands, not the
first time trying, nor the second, but
be finally got there with his dukes and
FL asses. He took In the whole page of
the sheet at glance. His hands let
fall the paper and the glasses followed
it to the floor in ruins. His counten-
ance assumed a sort of I-came-not- to-
praise Caesar, but to-bury-him McDuf-
fan expression. He laid aside his Sey-
ok oI lCvId fnr h1nad
and damned be ye who first cries hold,
enough. "What would you, most no.
BILE festive cuss?" was asked. II
would fight, yea die the death right
here and now for me 'onor, s'blood. j"
Then up spoke the trembling Journal
man, eyes streaming forth 9x1O
beams Of pity that would scale
sixteen feet per beam, surface meas
ure, 81 prythee, sir, thou canst not
fight me; l will not fight thee, boy. !"
II will fight thee, and that now and
here; I'll not have such cumbersome
tales told on me for naught." With
this, and eyes starting from their
sockets and shooting forth serpentine
streamers of revepge, the little man,
| not unused TO feats of broil and battle,
set out his bunch of fyes and caught
his traducer on the crown-of MS hat.
Then with digits poised in the air after
the fashion Of Sullivan, he did saw
| that anti-Wiggins weather with his
clenched fists, and dance right prettily
the lively measures Of a minuet. Fin
| ally, from sheer exhaustion be fell
vpon q table, and was carried out by his
second, Pale Face No. 2, to be famed
by the gentle zephyrs on the street.
Poor boy, he went reluctantly, and with
| many oaths of wonderous length and
tkunderous sound, interpolated in the
simple and many times reiterated SEN
tence: 'Iet me go, I haven't got him
half licked yet. The poor little duff
fer was finally paciied by the assuring
words OF. his second, "Why,yes you have,
Mr.. Burgin, you have thoroughly VIM
dicated yourself. Come, come, let's get
out of here" The city editor, by brevet,
was then recoated by his second,
| led away to his stall In the
Fast Press Office and left TO study out
the problem Of his vindication, with .
pair Of golden-bowed spectacles twisted
and broken In the melee to enlighte1
his dull perceptions. The battle over,
the casualties may be summed mp.
Killed, 0; wounded, O; prisoners, /;
borne from the field of carnage, one
breyet city editor with broken eye