The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1889-10-24
"FOOLIN' WiO De MARINE"
A Brace of registering Hackmen Tackle
The Wrong Man.

LIE Blanche created a sensation in
two suburbs last Saturday night by
knocking out brace of registering San
Rafael hackmen. The victims of The
Marines vigorous fists had gone down
to Sausalito to attend ball and paint
the town from the steamboat landing
to the Pacific Yacht Club. They had
left the carmlne trace of their handi-
work along half the road when they
| rolled into the tavern where The Ma
rine is located. lie Blanche had fin
ished his evenings work and was
muffied up heavily, as the night was
thick and foggy. The festive hack
men were both built on liberal plan,
and as they looked down from the
height of six feet on the chunky mid
dle-weight they thought he offered a
fine chance for amusement. They
called up all hands to drink and when
the Marine hung back one of them
seized him by the collar and dragged
him up to the bar.
"W no is this sick-looking duck that's
all muffied up, anyhow" asked the
pugnacious hackmau of a well-known
and somewhat facetiOus journalist who
makes Sausalito his headquarters.
"Oh, some one-lunged tenderfoot. l
suppose" replied the journalist; and
he added in Il whisper, "A mean cusS,
too. He's been round here all night.
and no one has seen the color of his
money yet"
"Pll show him the California STYLE"
growled the hackman, and, yanking
him closer to the bar, took out dol
lar, and, slapping it on the bar, said:
''Here, blank your eyes! Be man
and treat"
The Marine smiled and said: "I'll
go you. Come up boys. and take a
drink, every one of you"
This did not please the quarrelsome
hackman and he snatched up the dol
lar, and to emphasize his contempt of
the supposed tourist, aimed vicious
cuff at the pugilst's jaw. The blow
went wide of the mark, for as the
hackmau Strengthened out his arm LIE
Blanche ducked, and the next instant
the hackman shot headforemost under
the billiard table and lay there, dead
to the world. The quickness with which
the pugilist's fist had caromed on his
companions jaw only aroused the
other hackman's fury, and he bounded
at the mlddle-weIg Several per-
sons interfered to prevent further hos
tilities, but the hackman would not
be denied his prey, and in the scuf-
tie he clinched with lie Blanche and
made a frantic effort to throw him
to the floor.
"Ill just take fall out of you for
luck" was the only comment of the
Marine at the attempted maltreatment,
and taking an enthusiastic grip on the
infuriated hackman, he threw him with
a cross s-buttock hold. SO that his heels
scraped the plaster off the ceiling. In
his flight through the air the hackman
caught an expensive pair of window
curtains and came down with crash
to the floor, encircled in torn lace,
chunks of plaster and other house dec
orations. At this juncture the land
lord arrived on the scene and, enraoed
by the damage to his tavern, seized
the two prostrate revelers by the heels
and threw them into the street, where
the cooi, refreshing fog speedily re-
stored them to their senses. On re-
viVing they got their team and hur-
riedly drove off to San Rafael to en-
list the services of !. local gladiator
known as ''Liyerpool George" After
the gentleman from the English sea-
port had listened judicially to the
heated application for his services, he
remarked,
"I'm thinking you fellers ave
been foolln' wild de Marine. You'd
better go 'ome an bag your bloomin'
'eads.n
The dilapidated hackmen looked
thoughtfully at each other and took
the boxers advice.-San Francisco
Chronicle.