Morning journal and courier., 1889-08-23
"JoHNNIE, YOU'VE LoST."
Fierce Midnight Battle With a Pretty
 Waitress for the Stake.

Fierce Midnight Battle With a Pretty
 Waitress for the Stake.
 From the San Francisco Examiner.
 The fickering rays of light from the tall electric mast on Telegraph Hill were pene- trating the fog and mist that had settled upon the rocky apex of the bald eminence at 1:30 o'clock yesterday morning, when out of the surrounding darkness human forms seemed to rise simultaneously from all points of the compass. Men and women came quietly and from all directions, until in few moments over hundred per sons were stealthiIy gathered about the base of the mast.
 The cause of the strange meeting was ex- plained when two men about twenty-five years of age, stepped from the crowd and commenced stripping for bare-knuckle fight. They proved to be Johnnie Buckner and Luther England, drivers of rival milk wagons, and they had selected this time and occasion to settle an old grudge and de- eide which of the two should claim the un- molested affection of Addie Whitney, wait- ress in Kearney street coffee saloon, where l the men called regularly in disposing of their ! wares.
 Several sports were on hand and the pre-
  was chosen, timers and seconds appointed, | and time was about to be called when the l fair Addie moved to the centre of the cir- | cle, and, holding aloft gold ring emphati | cally said:.
 "This goes to the winner and goes with it."
 The declaration was received with a sraoth-. cred murmur of approval by outsiders and principals, and the men went savagely to work in their fight for the possession of ring and girl.
 Buckner was the taller of the two and scaled about 40 pounds, while England re- gistered few pounds less, but made up for l lack of size in cleverness and ferocity. Buck ner was the first to lead, and made wild drive with his right. England ducked and sent in fierce uppercut that landed under the chin causing Buckner's teeth to rattle. Both men, then rushed, and it was give and
 take, smash, bang on body and face until the
 call of time.
 Both were winded and blood was flowing in | oopious streams. As soon as the men were | in their corners the human stake lavished en.
 couragement on Buckner, and as he was re-
 turning to the scratch cheered him with the ! remark:
 "Don't give up, Johnnie; I'm pulling fol you"
 The second round was fought more care fully by Buckner, who spared for an open ing, but England had measured his man ,ani . in final rally sent in a right-handed smasl that cut the lid of his opponents right cyl ) and raised huge mouse to the cheekbone N Addie still had hopes of Buqkner's sue
 cess and again solaced him. She rubbe,
 him down and jast as time was called shrieked.
 "You've got to win, Johnnie. If you don - I'll die."
 |: Round three opened by Buckner jumpin 6 from his corner and rushing fiercsly. EnQ :, land was waiting confidently, and, as | 'i came, jumped aside and stopped him with r. straight left-hander that landed on the nos L. knocking Buckner off his feet. 10 The prostrate man was lifted to his fe
 before the call of time by his seconds. b, B. quickly went down to numerous blows in u IT face.
 f. Addie did not lavish her attentions on u