The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1886-05-26
A Novel Conaict.

Supt. Browns white bull-terrier
Bobby and Lizzie, the Australian ba-
boon at the Zoo. had a five-round
scrap in the cellar of the monkey
house few DAYS ago. There were
only two spectators, but the sight
would have made the blood of a
sangulnary prize-ighter freeze.
Lizzie, the baboon. has been tied
up in cage in the gloomy basement
all winter, owing to a complication
of complaints which render her IN
fit to associate with the more cheer
full and better behaved monkeys up
stairs. Her moroseness of temper
is attributed to dyspepsia, the result
of indulging fondness Of appetite
for tinware, brass spiggots, and old
iron. Lizzie has also had the meas
les and muscular weakness of the
heart, produced by physical exsr-
tions to make life pleasant for the
other monkeys in the exercise Of an
art called slugging.
In her loneliness she had no other
one in whom to awaken interest ex-
cept Bobby. and her plan of accom-
plishing this has made some very
thrilling experiences for Bobby in
that dark cellar. Every time he
wisked past her cage she reached
for him like1a lightning stroke from
the clouds. The discomforts of life
attending this made Bobby misera-
bic, and the other day he paid the
prics of peace by fighting it cut to
the bitter end.
The contest was fought according
to the scientific rules of the ring,
and the baboen got more points in
sparripg in ten minutes than she
could have learned in the Schuykill
Navy Athletic club in ten years. 1t
was exciting and hair raising.
Five rounds were fought. Like a
good many other people who get
hammered, the baboon started the
fight. Bobby was dancing around
playfully, off his guard, when Lizzie
suddenly let out with her left and
caught Bobby back Of the ear. She
followed with her right and fastened
a eollar-and-elbow grip on the ter
rier's tail. 1t is annoying to a dog
to take unhallowed possession of his
tail.
The next time Lizzie aimed left
handler at him he lodged and got
grip On the elbow. Then there was
music, things looked dizzy. the hair
flew, howls Of horror went up, and
the cellar shook. Lizzie let go Bob
by's taIl, bu. the terrier just hung
on and chewed. Lizzie wanted to
chew something 200, but the bars Of
the cage were bars to her wishes and
if there had been no bars there
would have been a whizzing cyclone
in that cellar, with either q dead
dog or dead monkey to memorial
ize the conflict.
The first round lasted two min
utes. when Bobby let go to get his
wind. He stood up gamely for the
second round. Lizzie spared more
cautiously for an opening made sew
erai feints, and caught Bobby foul
once or twice.
But the last round was beauty.
The eombatants closed again in the
windup. Lizzie showsd more conf.
dence, and when she led out once
with too long a .each to recover in
good shape Bobby caught on again.
He got a sawlike grip on Lizzie's
wrist and kept out OF distance other
terrible right handlers. There was
more music. Bobby lodged, grow
led, chewed, pulled, and wagged his
tail. After three minutes he was
ordered to break away, and it was
decided that he had won the medal.
The fight will go down as one of the
most garnely fought amateur con-
tents without gloves on record.