The morning call., 1894-12-29
SHE WASN'T WON.
A Fight That Was Not
Fought.
An Early Interruption Put an End
to Hostilities Over One cred.
Haired Sal.''

Thursday was red-letter day with the Clam
Alley Social and Athletic Club of the water
front. Preparations for great pugilistic event
were being made among the members. Red
Haired Sal'' had come 10 town, and many a
true gallant of the alley had been charmed by
her coy. love winning ways.
Erastus j. Sullivan, secretary, and jeremiah
Feehan, president, had arranged all the pre-
| limnarles. even to the selection Of their pres
| ents.
| A youth to fortune, but not to fistic fame I'M
known, dubbed by his colleagues with the lofty
| title "hlikado' and "Nutty" Blake, whose
cratic mode Of arguing questions polite and
sporty, has earned for him distinction. were
| chosen by the doughty Sullivan, while teehan,
who believes that high sounding cognominal S
| are no proof of fellows ability to hold a
| sponge or preside over bucket, selected plain
| "Kid" Smith as his best man.
at an hour when ali the front is wrapped in
fog and slumber and ghosts are supposed TO
thirty lads gathered In the lot near the Duns-
muir bunkers to fight for love and for love
alone TO die-if necessary.
where's de bottle 2" inquired the MIX ado,
| glanclng uneasily in the direction of the kid.
| ''Never mind de bottle, go on wild de fight"
came an Impatient voice out of the darkness.
"Youse kids stand back and give a fellow a
chance to make de rlng." commanded
| 'Nutty," as he commenced 10 scrape out a
| circle with his right foot.
BY this time there was an early skrmlsh be-
| tween the Sullivan and Feehan factions among
| the attendants.
n"Slop dat scrappipg till tell de reason fer
| dis contest" SAID Nutty. auth0rltatively. "Dis
here mill" continued he loOS ing nervously for
| policeman. faint a-going to be no ordinary
| scrap. Dis red-headed gars worth fighting fer.
| Der whole trouble growed out OF der girl low
| Ing TWO tads at one time, and now d. wars on.
| Stei
sullivan Civ the gal a 3O-cent Christmas
present, and Fee, he Civ her a o0-cert present.
Dat wasn't fair play. d. fellows intends TO take
| d. change out on each others mugs. Tumble Z?
Now get in and punch.'
| The ring was formed and the eombatants
| came together with a rush. Sullivan danced
| around on one leg. while Feehan came to the
| center with his right so far behind him that lt
was feared he might disocate his shoulder. He
| Kept II there for about sixty seconds at least,
and the crowd began TO grow weary with
| anticipation OF the coming blow
Bring dat thing to a. front!' "Why don't
| yer plug hfm?' PUT yer left behind there fer
| awhie" and all manner OF encouraging and
discouraging remarks were heard at every hand.
"Here, you kid wild d. whistle voice, keep
| quiet or Pil give you swift kick" shouted
| Nutty, exasperated at the interference of a
| small boy with shrill tenor of a way OF pass
| ing uncomplImentary remarks about Sullivan
| practiciDg to walk the tigntrope.
Biff! Sullvan's right suddenly left its posing
place opposite its owners back and cleared the
! fog away in the Immediate vicinity of his ad.
| yersary'S ear.
Feehan countered and ru filed Sulivan's left
| eyebrow, but did not recover himself suffi-
ciently 10 avoid running his proboseis into sui
| livan's extended right.
The audience got excited aud danced about
the sloggers geefuly. Sullivan and Feehan,
encouraged by these demonstrations of intense
| interest, started In 10 make a glorious finish.
| Arms, legs and old clothing twInkled in the
dmmed electric light and promised gay ter.
mnation of hostilities Windows in houses on
neighboring streets were raised and people be-
gan 10 wonder if the Coxey army was returning
TO town.
Then out OF the cleaning shone star. 1t
was not the planet Jupiter nor even war-like
Mars. 1t was not shooting star, but whist
ling star. and the shrill sound of a poiceman's
call for aid caused a stampede. Down the
water front ran the fighters like the wind Law
and order had come out on top. "SaP' was not
won nor lost.
The principals were hanging around Folsom
were going 10 have the battle out. "Dat girls
too pretty to leggo for cop," SAID Feehan
as he pulled at the butt OF brown paper
cigarette.