The morning call., 1894-08-04

number of children. There was red lemon
ade and a poolseller, peanuts and steam
beer, and in the glare of the electric light
it looked for all the world like the palmy
days of circus.
And in the center of the big tent was the
big platform on which the contests Of skill
and strength were to and did take place
during the night, and all around on the
seats crowded the spectators, muching pea
nuts and chewing the rag" Oh the pros
poets of the teams scheduled to meet
in the evenings struggle. They picked
the Scotch, American, Canadian and Eng
lish teams as winners. They guessed right
in all but the first and last in stances, the
Irish and Italian athletes rather fooling
tuem bv their splendid work. The crowd
enjoyed it though. despite delays caused
by weighing the limited teams. and yelled
itself good humoredly hOarse at every 0p-
pOrtunity. OF course each one had his or
her favorite, but that did not prevent the
splendidly done.
The opening of the tug-of-war was sue
cess and the events exciting. John z.
Sullivan, who was unanimously chosen by
the teams to act as referee, did bis part
splpnddly, and Billy Jordan, the official
timekeeper. split seconds to the satIsfac-
tinn of all.
and there will be no waits.
The Scotch team, led by Captain J. L..
Mcdonald, marched out of It's dressing
room and onto the platform at just 6:27
A loud cheer from the spectators greeted
the appearance of the bright jaunty feather
in the cap of the leader as the men marched
round to show the Drawn and sinew of
which they were largely made. The team
looked to bein splendid physical condition,
with clean healthy faces and the muscles
standing prominently out beneath their
clothes. They each wore black blouses
under their harness, the red lion OF st.
Andrew on each breast.
The pools were selling at this time $40
to S6 against the irish, and the haggis
eaters were good looking enough TO be
anybodY's favorites.
Just ten minutes later the bulky form
of Captain HaTdenedy ofSthe Irish team
was seen bounding lightly on the plat
form. as if there was not some 250 pounds
CT avoirdupois in it, and quickly tripping
after him came the men who we're 10 pull
for the honor of the Ould Dart. Under
their harness they wore dun -colored un-
dershirts, upon the left breast Of each
being square of green satin upon which
was printed the golden head and harp.
An even louder cheer greeted their appear
ance than did that of the Scotch. They,
too, paraded around the platform and
lined up for the inspection before the
trouble.
In the Scotch team were Captain, j. L.
Mcdonald: James Cameron, anchor; John
Perry, Joe Perry. Robert Duncan, James
Wright, Abe Patterson, Jack Marck, drop ;
weight, 1861 pounds.
The Irish team consisted of Captain
Hardenedy; Patrick Edminster. anchor
Michael Casey, James Smith. Michael Ed
minister, Arthur McMahoD, Michael Nc
Mahon. John Douglas, Peter Gavin, drop ;
weight. 1864 pounds.
Then they got into position. The Scotch
had won the toss. and chose the Mission
street side, while their Irish opponents
stretched themselves QUIT in proper position
along the clsats at the other end.
Watch Fatty!' said the chorus of small
boys, as the heavyweight of the Irish
team got In position behind the anchor
man OF the Scotch team. And everybody
did. Captain Mcdonald picked out a
point of equal vantage behind the Irish
team and the men settled down for the
struggle about to begin. Hands felt ner-
vously at the rope, veins swelled in sixteen
necks, there was shuttle of pumps against
the cleatS. 1t was coming off.
Referee Sullivan took up position
where the electric light hit the badest
spot on his head. and the conversation in
the big tent was abruptly broken off
'Are you ready?" asked the referee.
and each team unanimously grunted an
affirmative. The referees good right arm
nointed up in the air; a pistol glittered at
the end Of it; there was a snap-that's
all. Something was wrong with the ding
DANCED thing. He tried again. while the