The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-04-09
TEE HUMAN PILE DRIVER.


Butts Things TO 5mithereens,
From the San Francisco Chronicle.
Alexander Jones of England is not the
largest man in Butchertown, but his popu-
ariey is unbounded, and he owes his popu~
larity to the undeniab fact that he has a
great head" When reporter called
there yesterday, there came welking brisklv
along the street the only original Jones'
He was as modestly dressed as many another
man whose strong point is his head, and his
manner was not that of a man with whom
it is difficult TO get acquainted.
And 80 this is Alexander Jones, the but
ter, is itN queried the reporter.
THAT'S what they call me-" was the
cheerful response. 'and | believe I've got
the hardest head in the world Want to
see it," he asked, taking Off his hat as he
spoke.
Just feel Of it. It's as hard as rock
I've hutted iron with it and I've butted
sheen and niggers, and nothing don't have
no effect on it.
1t certainly was peculiarly shaped head,
and the scalp seemed utterly immovable 1t
felt like a cannon ball, Jones' low brow
and pro6ruding crown gave it the appear
ance OF having been battered down a bit
but he soon gave ample proof that nothing
! short OF an earthquake could make any i'm
preston on it.
Now look at this chair" said he. at is
solid as they make 'em. The bottom is an
inch and IA half thick. Now watch me-"
he raised the chair in his hands and ball
anced it over his head by resting Ethe back
upon bis chin. The hard chair bottom was
| nearly two feet from the top of his head,
when, quick as O flash. he gave his chin a
jerk and down came the full weight of the
chair on tie top OF his head. The sound was
! like the blow ola hammer on a solid block
| or wood, but Ir9ues hardly winled. The
| effect OF this psEgCrmance was rather start
| ling TO one who saw it for the first time,
but after Jones had done it several times TO
let the artist get snap shot of it, and ''just
! for the fun OF it, II was no more than any
other exhibition of thrilling gymnastics
DO you ever do that before the publioP'
| asked the reporter.
I "OnIy among me friends" said Jones,
| but there's joint down on First avenue
whore every chair in the house has been split
| BY coming down on my head"
When this remarkable man had tired OF
letting chairs drop on his head he allowed
himself to tellstories. he did not easily tire
of talking. Fills story of the discovery OF
his Observation-Disclosures and his development
Of the speciality can best be told in his own
words:
II am Alexander Jones, the Englishman
but | was born in Wales in 1859. Some
time they call me Tho Human Sheep and
the Boss Butter It all goes. / struck
! Frisco in 1882 You see, Pm an all round
| man. I'm bit OF a wrestler aud the sports
all know me. Once l took q run up to st.
Helena and had row with Chinaman
| there. The yellow fellow struck me over
the head with an iron bar and didn't feel
1t. So, seq l, to meself, l have got hard
/ head and no mistake. After thar | use to
| butt anything. Once broke a rib on the
irtsida oe aida IF hanf hyy h,,ftir,ey b.
outside, and there's lots Of the boys that see
me butt an iron post up at Fifteenth and
! Railroad avenues"
BY this timeit had leaked out that AleclS
| had company, and some of the boys began
10 drop into ''the little back pRrlor," as he
calls the lithograph decorated apartment
where he sleeps, cooks, eats and entertnins
his friends. Each new conner was full of
confirmation of all Jones had said about his
| wonderful headwork One had seen the
iron post tremble when Jones' head struck
it, and were as proud of having him for "a
friend and neighbor as if he had been John
l.. Sullivan himself
THE boys all like me" said Jones, land
they can't help it. They won't let me buy
loins and choice bits every day. There amt
no teller in Butchertown better liked than !
| be.n
| Jones then went on to tell about the day
! he went into LAwrence's sheep corral
There was three big bucks in there, said
| he, THAT had cleaned the others out, and
went IL there andb utted all them to a stand.
still" 1t was a big order. but several of
''the boys" said they saw it all, 80 the re
| porter put it down.
"I3ut did you ever butt a nauP'we asked
80! I've butted uiggers, :" was the reply
zone night in Pete Dorsey's there was big
niger talking about buEtin' and I Clipped
| in. WHO is your asked the coon. Pm no
! body but Jones, the EnRlshmau,' SEE l.
Well, how would you like to butt this 2
taEin Off his hat Get ready sez l, takiu'
off mine. Well, just went for him and
knocked him right on the floor. When he
] got up he SEE to me: 'W ell, you is "a butter
| but did you hit me as hard as You could =
and, fur fact, l hadn't hit him hard at ALL
! After that | made up my mind that | could
! butt any niger in the world, aud | want to
black or white, and the sooner man and
money come Tp the better III like it. Pm
| goin' to make some money with nv head
| somehow, and don't care how SOON"
Alexander Jones, EngliShmsn, could, no
| doubt, have talked about himself for week,
| but he had already said enough to establish
! the bigress of his head, but he insisted, for
| obvious reasons, in escorting the reporter to
! the saloon where the chairs were ali broken
| by contact with his Uranium. The proprie-
tor, while filling the prescriptions, jokingly
told Jones not to ''go monkeying with the
chairs again" This tickled the human
sheep" immensely. So did the llbation.
Afterward the prodigy pointed the reporter
| on his homeward way, pausing at every
corner to answer some pleasant salute.
"You see I'm great favorite," was one of
his last remarks. "All these big butchers
are millionaires, and they are all dead stuck
on me-"
"Well, good by" said the scribe, land
don't lose your head"
"You bet your life I'll hang on to that. "
said Jones; ut may come handy some day."
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