San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-04-16
GREAT PEN-sCRApPINo MATCH
A Red-Hot Encounter After Five
Rounds Declared Draw.

J. A Red-Hot Encounter After Five
Rounds Declared a Draw.
Reported for the LIGHT by sharpeye.
We may expect to find something
like the following in the next issue OF
the SPORTING KNOCKOUT:
The recent fight under the markus
| of Jonesbury rules, between a parson
and an editor, was the finest display
of n-scrapping that has hit San An
tonic for some time. The preacher
was seconded by S. Jones and others,
while the editor was backed by King
Bryan, and similar humanity. Col.
Frank Grice was time keeper. The
battle is here given in rounds:
Round |. The editor led first but
fell short and stumbled over a line
which Jones had drawn for them to
spar over. He regained himself
promptly, but received cut on the
cheek that resembled a hole on the
plaza. He then threw out his left,
and, missing, hit the bottle holder
whose name rhymes with crowd on.
Some one here shouted "Foul " but
the claim, like the charter, was un-
needed. After considerable smuggling
the round ended with both on top.
Round 3 The preacher was first to
land, and knocked hole in the edi-
tors ear thata bird could fly through.
For this he received a blow
on the eyebrow that made it look like
a hens nest. Heavy hitting followed,
and both seemed determined on Civ
ing job to the coroner. They soon
lost their wind, however, and retired
to their corners to find it.
Round 8. The editor was last to
the scratch but was first to land. He
threw out his ponderous right, and
hit the only nose the preacher had.
Betting here was even, though fell
low with wonderful rubicundity of
proboscis was inclined to give odds on
the editor. The preacher was not idle,
however, but threw out his dukes
and rushed around like an office
seeker after signatures. He planted
several blows on editorial soil that
quickly sprouted and grew into
magnificent black eyes. The round
ended and both were glad of it.
Round 4. Both toed the mark lit
tie groggy, when the editor reached
out and struck the preacher where
himself had been missed before. Fail
ing to communicate with fists, they
clinched and rolled over the
ropes. A second claim of foul
was made by someone who believed
he had bet on the wrong man. He
was fired out like a cigarette at cook
fight. They were lured into the ring |
again, when they spit on their hands, !
rolled up their sleeves and struck
their heels together like clog dancers
at dude wedding. 1t was here evil
dent that nothing short of annihila-
ton would satisfy either combatant. |
They wanted b-lud. The battle
waged, blood flowed, hair flew, bones
cracked, eyes closed, skin opened,
ears dropped and flesh persisted until
there was not enough left Of them to |
reach the fifth round.
The mill was then called draw to
the disgust of the spectators who
wanted finish, or a couple of corpses.
The time keeper, who had worn holes
in his tongue calling time, assured
the crowd that the jig was up, as
neither fighter had enough wind left
to blow out candle.
During the scrap fellew named
Hutcheson broke into the ring and
wanted someone to tread on his claw
hammer, but the gang were too much
amused already to accommodate him.
SHARPEYE.