St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-04-11
THE TRAMP'S LYCEUM.
President Windgall Blatz Confined to a
Barn in the Suburbs by Sick
ness.
He Sends Note to the Lyceum and
They Get Up an ImprOmptu
Entertainment.
A wrestling Match is Called for and
Seven-Up Tom and Pensive
Pete Agree
To Try One Bout at Collar-and-
Elbow and Catch Catch
Can.

The lyceum came to order last Wednes-
night at the regular hour. But President
Blatz was absent, and Fireum Nose, who
had pounded on the head of the barrel with
the ak handle until the men sank on the
floor. announced that he had received a
note from him stating that he was unwell
and would be obliged to remain inside of a
barn in the outskirts of the city for several
days.
That's bad" remarked Heightened Bill,
who had Just returned from a two weeks
visit to the county jail. Il anticipated an
evening of pleasure tonight. Pve missed
the Iyceum terribly since I've been away"
Say" said Footsore Gabe, Il reckon we
can git up er sort ov er entertainment
ermong ourselves ter while erway Their
evenin, boys"
''What'll we do?" inquired Long Plea.
81 know whut we can do, replied RaZoo
Bilks, lets have er amature wrasslin
match ermong oursels. What der yer say?"
SER dandy igee," said FootSore Gabe,
''but who'll wrasSle?"
Who'll wrassle?" said Sevenup Tom,
''who'll wrassle; be yer looking fur er
wrassler? Eff yer be reckon I'm yer duck.
I'll wraSSle emmy man in ther house fur fun
or peanuts, an don't care er darn who he
is, neither" and he walked out into the
middle of the room with his hat affection
ately inclined on the left side of his head
and his hands showed down in his pockets.
Yer will, will YER" said Pensive Pete,
pulling his hat down on the bridge of his
nose and advancing towards Tom, ''waal,
I'll wraSSle yer er mixed match emmy ov Their
five styles just fur amusement, eff yer'v got
ther sand ter take me-"
Sand? WAL l reckon I've got er hull
ton," replied Tom. IAN L carry it with
me, too, whether Pm on dress purade or
tendin' ter my own biZniZ."
The prospects of a match pleased the
boys, and arrangements were soon COM
pleted. George Augustus Cubebs was
chosen referee, as he had wreStled several
successful matches with the famous Board
inghouse Steak, and knew all the points in
the business. Highforehead Mike was
chosen as Sevenup Toms umpire, and
John Liverpool acted in the same
capacity for Pensive Pete. The men had
no regular professional wrestling jackets
and they wore their coats. All the prelim-
inaries were arranged and the first bout was
to be cOlar-and-elbow. CubebS cleared
the center of the hall and yelled "Timew
Both men eXpectorated on their hands
and approaching each other slowly, caught
hold. They watched each other carefully
for the first minute when Tom saw an
opening and he located the toe of his shoe
on Pete'S shin at point equi distant from
his knee-cap and instep.
'Hold on, hold on" yelled Pete, letting
go his hold and rolling up his pants, eXhib-
lting his bleeding shin to to the crowd, Il
claim this is er skin game"
Fair playr' mo funny bizniz!' THAT
'aint right" cried the boys.
Gentlemen, remove your Shoes" said
the referee; ''if there's any kicking to be
done here, l want to do it myself"
The wrestlers took off their shoes and,
taking hold, renewed the contest. Tom
showed the most activity, but the muscles
in Pete's arms swelled until it seemed as
though they would burst his coat sleeves,
and his face wore look of quiet deter
animation. Two minutes passed without
any counties being heard from, when Pete
suddenly got hip-lock on Tom and
whirled him over, but Tom turned in the
air and fell on his stomach andl cuspi-
dore that had been left near the middle of
the floor and Immediately held himself up
on his toes and hands.
Judgment" cried Pete's umpire; ST
claim a fall there.''
law, come off Their roost,'' said Toms
hacker; ''he didn't touch his hips;