San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-12-24
Reformed Prize right err Quits
Preaching.

| Boston Globe.
About four years ago, Billy Frazier
| then known as a lightweight boxer
OF wOndrous attachments, dex terity
and cunning, divorced the costume
and short hair Of the prize ring, grew
whiskers, coaxed up a sanctimonious
expression of counteuance, and is.
sued challenge to fight his Satanic
Nibbs" to a finish without gloves.
AS all such challenges are by God.
fearing people considered preaccepted,
Billy, as soon as his hair and fire
escapes became of sufficient length
to disguise his previous calling, en-
tered the ring and began sparring for
an opening with his new-found adver-
sary.
Like his prototype, Billy Sunday,
who used all the bedazZllng and be-
Jogging tricks known to a ball player,
to down the man with the cloven foot.
Frazier employed side shifts, body
blows and the sturdiest counters
known to Fistiana to give a
final knock. out to the liking of Evil"
and it appears that his success was
more than pronounced.
For some time his ring was pitched
ia different bran ches of the the Y. n =.
g. A, and his oral "leads" anu
"smashes told upon the "Old Boy"
to such an extent that his auditors
pronounced him q winning warrior.
Not many rounds had been fought
before Billy was given a permanent
ring in Somerville, where he was ad-
vised by his friends to keep in the
pink of condition." and not allow
himself to Ego stale"
Time passed, as it always does, and
ere many months had been pulled
from the future Billy Frazler's Ca
reer as a ringster was but memory.
Occasionally, at some of the club
room scraps, this one or that one
would be reminded of the reformed
fighter by the style of some yOungster
punching away for a coveted purse,
aud then EXPLANATIONS OF surprise
would follow from some devotee OF
the sport who had never heard till
then that Billy had turned preacher.
Not long ago, and on one beautiful
Sunday morning, when the gloss of
Billy's luxuriant beard We'd with the
sun in throwing out arrows of light,
it was noticed that his eyes had In
their depths a retrospective look, as
If gazing on some fanciful set-to.
He was in deep thought, and when
question about his silence and day
dreaming intimated that he would
again like to don the gloves with
something human.
The daily press had told him of the
victories of McAuliffe, Dixon and
other champions, and at night he
dreamed of tat purses, the ding of the
fighting gong, the plaudits of the
spectators and the stern voice of Jere
Dunn CRYING out above the din,
Frazier WINS
These fancitul seances were too
much for the sanctimonious boxer,
and he finally made up his mind to
give the devil a rest and 60 for easier
game.
Dwelling for a time on his old. time
showing with the Eng lish champion
Jem Carney, and with the American
nonpariel, McAuliffe, he said: 81 am
stronger now than then, and quite as
clever, who knows but what I, too,
may some day be champion" and
with this he proceeded at once to
sorely grieve the zephyr by shaving
off his fiuted whiskers and treating
his head to a fighters cut.
For the past two weeks he has
figured in several: sparring matches,
and arrangements are now afoot to
bring about meeting between him
and the clever Canadian, Harry Gill
more.
Tim Mccarthy says he is sorry to
hear of Billy's re-entry into the rank
of the boxers, but be believes that he
can more than hold his own with any
12S-pound man in America.