The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-06-18
HIS HEADISLIKEIRON
AN ENGLISHMAN WHO BUTTS THINGS
TO SMITHEREeNS.

| ~ OMl f1ERGENS.
A Human Pile Driver Who Is Proud of
HIS Hardheadedness, and Expects to
Make Money Out of 1.-THE Belongs in
California, Though Coming from Wales.
Alexander Jones, of England" is not
the largest man in Butchertown, but his
| popularity is unbounded, and he owes his
popularity to the undeniable fact that he
has great head" When a reporter
called there yesterday there came walking
briskly 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 &C
quainted.
And so this is Alexander Jones, the
butter, is it?" queried the reporter
That's what they call me-" was the
cheerful response, land 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 is as hard as rock.
Eve butted iron with it, and I've butted
on it"
1t certainly was a peculiarly shaped
head, and the scalp seemed utterly immov-
able. IL felt like a cannon ball Jones'
low brow and protruding crown gave it an
appearance of having been battered down
bit, but he soon gave ample proof that
nothing short of an earthquake could
make any impression ON it.
lCOk or nbo j. L.
is solid as they make 'em The bottom is
IL inches thick. Now, watch me-"
He raised the chair in his hands and bal
anced it over his head by resting the back
upon his chin. This bard chair bottom was
nearly two feet from the top of his head.
when quick as fash he gave his chin q
jerk and down came the full weight of tho
chair on the top of his head. The sound
was like the blow of a hammer on solid
block of wood, but Jones hardly winked.
The effect of this performance was rather
startling 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'' it was no more
than any other exhibition of thrilling GYM
nastics.
do you ever do that before the public?"
asked the reporter.
Only among me friends" said Jones,
but there's a joint down on First avenue
where every chair in the place 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 tell stories. He did not easily
tire of talking. His story of the discovery
of his hardheadedness and his develop
ment of the specially can best be told in
his own words:
Il am Alexander Jones' the EngliShrnan
but was born in Wales in 1859 Some
times they call me The Human Sheep
and The Boss Butter 1t all goes.
struck Frisco in 1882. You see Pm an all
round man. I'm bit of wrestler and
the sports all know me. Once took a run !
up to st. Helena and had a row with a !
Chinaman there. The yellow fellow struck !
me over the head with an iron bar ami !
didn't feel 1t. So, SEE / to meself, | have |
got hard head and no mistake After |
that L used to butt anything Once | |
broke a rib on the inside Of a side of beef |
by butting it on the outside, and there's |
lots of the boys that see me butt an iron |
post up at Fifteenth and Railroad ave |
nues."
By this time it had leaked out that Aleck |
had company, and some of the boys began
TO drop into ''the little back parlor," as he
calls the Autograph decorated apartment
where he sleeps, cooks, eats and entertains
his friends. Each newcomer was full of
confirmation of all Jones had said about
his wonderful headwork One had seen
the iron post tremble when Jones' head
struck il and all were proud of having him
for a friend and neighbor
THE boys all like me-" said Jones. "and
they can't help it. They won't let me buy
a bit OF meat, but they bring me tender
loins and choice bits every day There
amt no Teller in Butchertown better liked
than l be-"
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 in there and butted ali them to a
1t was a big order, but sew
eral of the boys" said they saw it ali, so
the reporter put it down.
Alexander Jones, EngliShman, could no
doubt have talked about himself for
week, but he had already said enough to
establish the bigness of his head, but he
Insisted for obvious reasons in escorting
the reporter TO the saloon where the chairs
were all broken by contact with his crani-
um. The proprietor while filling the pre-
jokingly told Jones not to go
with the chairs again" This
tickled the human sheep" immensely
Afterward the prodigy pointed the reporter
on his homeward way, pausing at every
corner to answer some pleasant salute.
You see I'm a great favorite here, " was
one of his last remarks. 'All these big
butchers are millionairss, and they are all
dead stuck OH me-"
well, goodby," said the scribe, and
don't lose your head
You bet your life I'll hang on to that"
said Jones; 1t may come handy some
day. San Francisco Chronicle.
One Kind of Friendship.
In the village where l live | was in the
n a hit pf VISITING two NOR in RIM old yvny,-