Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1893-10-12
LEFT THE FULL TO HIS FATE
A Texas Editor whose Dignity Came
to His Rescne After N ScrimnanEe.

A Texas Editor whose Dignity Came
to His Rescne After N ScrimDinge.
A few mornings ago tie Cieburn
fTexast correspondent OF the Dallas
News heard Il scuffiing noise and fire.
luent EXPLANATIONS emanating from the
cow lot Of Editor Scurlock, Of the
Chronicle. On glancing tosard the
place from whence the sounds came
the reporter saw. 10 lis utter aneze-
ment, the head Of the Press AsSocia-
tion-its honored president-engaged ] n
a rough-and>tumble fight with Jack
Dabney's Jersey bull. Interest in the
light o took the place OF astonisfi-
ment. The Chronicle man was only
armed with natures weapons-the u
was equipped In like manner The first
round had been fought when the News
man arrived. The bull stooa facing his
antagonist. who was standing in the
corner of the fence. with his hat nrinl
partly torn away. his shirt sleeve rip
ped up IN the elbow and his face be-
grimmed With dust. h man of the
luill opened the second round With u
left uppercut on the bulls nose. and
got n stomach punch for his pains; then
he cjinched the bull and round and
rtaInd the lot they went. Schurlock
going mp and down with the motion or
The bulls head like a mol used by q
man seasoning barbecued meat. The
pull had this round all his W way,
and wound up by landing his antago-
mist against the stable considerably
Ninded. Scurlock, rs soon as he coulu
eatch his breath, started TO call for help,
but realizing that the reputation OF the
Press Association of Texas was at
stake, decided not TO peach" but TO
light it out right there if it took all
summer So making some kind of re-
mark about the idea of a little old Jer-
scy bull having the gan TO tackle the
president of the Texas Press Associa-
ton, he spat IN his hands and waded in
again. In less time than il takes 10
tell it the bun lowered his horns, caught
aim on the hip, rs it Were, and sent
aim skywaru, where he spread out like
4 parachute and come down flying.
squirrel fashion on his stomach with q
sind Of a half muffied thud.
Dad CAST your measly SOUL" said
5curlock as he caught his breath and
oulled himself to his feet. I'll fix Won
with this scantling.' But the bull knew
what he was doing, and as he stopped
to pick up the plank he found himself
going in "a the stable door and landed
IN the horse trough. Before the bull
could follow up his advantage Scurlock
had climbed down from 1.-THE, trough
and slammed the door ia his face. Then
there was a picture TO make an artists
heart swell. The bull on the outsid.
believing and paving up the dust
which completely enyeloped the com
batants, and the whole barnyard looked
IKE a miniature cyclone was getting in
IT'S work. Scurlock boldly stood inside
the stable, his clothes torn. hat gone
and his face blackened with the dusr
Of the conflict and soliloQuized some
what after the following manner:
You dad-gasted, measly scoundrel
sou commenced this fight yourself.
was only trying TO put you back in the
stable and you got mad about it. Now
lad blame your hide, You can't come il
here at all. III just crawl out of thi,
back window and leave you where yot
are"
So saying, he locked the door and be
took himself through the little baci
window owe the horse trough.