The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-03-10
CHUlfPS IN A RING.
Two EWolls Of San Francisco
Have 3 Singing Match.
u WAS SODA AGAINST SOULS.


BAN FRANCIeC0, Mafcn S-l6peCiaa.i-
All swelldom Il excited, and no wonder.
An event transpired this afternoon which
has shocked the ultra-fAshionable circles
from center to circumference. and branded
two Of its dearest darlings As wretches-
real, rude wretches. The event was
prixc iight-not an ordinary, scientific
set-to between professionals, but q CORY
ssRon between brace of novices, which
vas characterized by hard smuggling and
sWelled eyes and smashed noses; and these
novices we're the social darlings above re-
lerred to. And there's the rub.
Everybody who is anybody knows Sam
mel Frederick Hughes, the pharmacist,
md George II. T. Jackson, the youthful
manager Of J. p. Jackson's Napa soda
agency. These young gentlemen. 1t seems,
~ Ia the habit Of going to the California
Athletic Club at odd times and putting
on the gloves" for simple pastime. As
the young men became more expert they
also became jealous Of each others skill
With the gloves. a dispute Is 70 which
and finally resulted in . challenge and
counter challenge for . formal meeting to
nettle the vexed question. The tip went
forth to select circle only.
The young gentlemen met at the Cali
fornia Club this afternoon, each accom-
panied by half-dozen particular friends,
g forever settle the question OF their rela-
tive smuggling abilities. Both were anxious
Tor the fray. and the prcliminaries were
quickly attended to. A stranger would
have pronounced the prospective con-
testanfs over trained, but they were not.
IN truth they were very pink, and looked,
q they sat IN their respective corners wait
ing for the call Of time, like anything in
the world but fighters:
At the call of time Hughes advanced to
the center Of the room and extended his
right hand to shake, and Jackson smashed
him in the Jaw for his pains, but, imme-
diately repentant, sought to square him
aelf BY saying, "Pawdon, deah fellow,
thought you wcre-," bif, bang, smash!
The pharmacist got in with his left and
right, and for . moment the Napa soda
man was doomed TO ignominious defeat:
again the lanky gladiators glared at each
other In the center of the ring. Jackson
laid about him with such vigor that the
spectators Rugged the walls in terror of
their lives. When he had worked himself
into . profuse perspiration by this wild
attack on the air, the soda man paused to
zee what had become of his antagonist.
He saw, for suddenly Hughes made side
luuge at him and planted his fist squarely
on the jaw. Jackson reeled against the
wall and dropped his arms. As he did so
Hughes again attacked him, landing q
halfdozen rcd-hot face and body blows.
After rest they squared of for the
second round, and Jackson having between
rounds received q quiet tip from q pugilis-
tic friend, proceeded to annihilate Hughes
from the face Of the earth. 1t was q case
d hammer and tongs for fully three
minutes. At it they went, and when
neither could longer stand on his feet, con-
oiderate spectators called "Time."
When the fighters faced each other for
the third and last round, both seemed de-
termined to quit at the first opportunity.
There was . clash, . rally, clawing
match, and a clinch, and then the end
came. As the combatants broke away
from close quarters Jackson shot out one
Of his imbs-no one knew which
Of the four it was, but it was proba-
bly, the left ARMAND at the same
instant Hughes calculated sGood
heavens!" and fell, . limp and apparently
lifeless mass, across the back of chair.
Some one counted seventy-five, but Hughes
stuhbornly refused to return to conscious
ness until his late antagonist had removed
his gloves. Then he opened one eye and
muttered dejectedly, 1sYou'rc bettah
man, old fellow. am generous, l con.
cc1e il. I"
Both men were badly bruised about the
face. the result of frequent contacts with
the angles of the apartment and the elbows
OF the spectators, but the little affair is