The record-union., 1893-12-09
BROCK DORAN'S GREAT FIGHT.
How He and Billy Dresser Settled a
Political Squabble.
A Bare-Knuckle Fight That Was Re-
fereed by Tip McLaughlin-Do-
rams Version of 1t.

Brock Doran Tor what is left of HIM
called at the police station last evening to
get drink Of cold water At least that
appeared to be his only business there,
and the cooling draught seemed to do
him good.
Brock was about, two sheets in the
wind, and as he was disposed to be talk
ative Officer Wilson brought up the sub
feet of Brooks fight with Billy Dresser
many years ago, and asked him to tell
about it. That fight was quite an event
in those days, as many OF the old-time
sports will remember.
1t occurred during the Grant-Seymour
campaign. Brock was ''a good MANI in
those days. lie was a steamboat hand,
and many rough battle he
engaged in. Indeed he was regarded as
one of the best fighters on the river front,
and no man among the brawny roust-
abouts in that quarter could bluff him,
"Well," said Brock last night, IN
tell We how it was. l was in Tip Alc-
Laughlin's saloon, at the corner OF Ihlrd
and * streets, when Dresser and several
OF his friends came in-Whau eh?
Dresser was Il Grant man, an L was
for Seymour, of course-what! eh? Says
Dresser, says he: Il can lick any ---
-- or chaw that stands up for Sey-
mour an Blairv
"'Now, Dresser says l, 'ye can't do
anything of the kindwhat! Ell? Pm
---- an the son OF chaw, an
Pm for Seymour an Blair-what! eh?'
"'How'll ye 1ight?' says he.
fanny way ye like says What!
Ell? Bat let us stand up an have it out
scientifically l weighed thin about 1853
pounds. an Dresser u little more.
''Thin we went at it. Tip Mclaughlin,
poor fellow, was riteree, am Pat Lynch
was me second-w hat! Ell? Oh, byes,
but it was pretty tightW
"How long did you fight, Brock" asked
Jailer Burke.
''Oh. it lasted about three-quarters av
an hour" replied the battle and bottle)
SCARED veteran, as tar-aWay look came
into his eyes.
AS he gazed into the past his fists
doubled up and his arms began to swing
as if he were looking for chance to land
on some adversary's jaw. The old man
seemed to be fighting the battle over
again. as he stood there sWaying like q
kanaka houri i'll the climax OF the hula
hula dance, but with the expression OF
dying gladiator on his still handsome
and usually placid features.
A newspaper reporter who stood in line
with the sWaylng arms cautiously stepped
backward out of range.
The spell soon passed off, however, and
Brock resumed his story OF the fight.
For while" said he sit was blow for
blow, am stand up an take it, but the
Skowbegan got tired an grabbed me.
Down we wint an the flure, an oh. b'yes,
but it was purity fight-what! eh?
"'Stop that, Billy! cried Tip. DO that
stole suit ye, Brock says Lynch. 1t
do says I. as well as | could, for Dres-
ser's finger had got between me teeth, an
ye see ] couldn't talk very well without
Openin' me mouth, an | was afraid OF
lOsin' me hoult-what ell?
"Weil, over the flure we wint, a-punch-
in an a-gougn' an bitin'. Dresser was
good man, an game one, an it must
hev puzzled the Tiferee to till which av
us was the ablist ixponint av the art av
silf-defnse."
"But who won the fight, Brock-how
did it come Out?" asked officer Wilson.
"Well," answered Brock, thoughfuIIy,
Il think the fight was mOine; l got away
wild about half av wan av his fingers
what eh ?"
Brock" spoke up the reporter, twas
that fight before or after Dresser was
killed?"
He took off his hat, rubbed his head for
a while, and replied with the air OF wit
ness who did not want to make mistake:
We'll, dunno, but l think it was be-
fore he got ShOt.D