St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-07-29
INTERRUPTED AN EDITORS NAP
Maj. BlOss Fired at His Visitor
and Then Threw the Pistol.

and Then Threw the Pistol.
Washington Post.
| Major Bloss, back in the latest
! '70S," said a worker on newspaper
row, 'fourished as the editor in
chief of the Kansas City Times. DR..
| Munford was the publisher, but
| Bloss was the active agent who got
out the paper. On one occasion dur
ing his editorship of the Times Bloss
was lying on the sofa asleep, and
! except for the major, deeply asleep,
and Billy Baker, the Exchange editor,
| the place was deserted. Suddenly
a man came up to whip the editor
He was big, forcible man.
| Who wrote that?' he Kissed,
| striding up to Baker and showing
! the casus belli under his alarmed
nose.
Let me beg of you urged Baker,
| edging away as a first step towards
an understanding, to bear always in
mind that I didn't write it.. More
| over, 1 don't know who did. How
ever, if you will come up at o'clock
, this evening the gang will be here,
and I've no doubt a little research
on your part will turn up your par
! ty."
The man who wanted to whip the
| editor said he'd surely come. That
| his life had but one purpose now,
| and that was to find the fellow who
! wrote that article and made an ex-
! ample of horror Of him. Just as he
was departing a malicious idea
| struck Baker.
Through the first round said
| Marx to me in confidence, the big
| brute didn't do thing. He acted like
! he couldn't lift his arms. He had the
! lonesomest hands 1 ever see. They
didn't visit me onct. 1 thought his
arms was lead or maybe he was drunk.
| When went to me corner 1 says
to meself, Marley, me boy, that dub
can't fight" and 1 made up my mind
to lick him. At first l thought I'd lick
| him in the second round, but l remem-
bered had friends in the audience
who wanted to see good time, so /
| decided to have fun with Sullivan in
| the second round and kill him in the
third. 1 goes through the second round
rapping and tapping the man, when
and where liked, and me friends yall-
ing with delight.
While l was waiting for the third
| round | began to figure on how I'd
spend the $500 the big muff was going
to give me, and wondered why I'd
never found out 1 was a fighter before
We had just stepped up for the
third round and 1 was getting ready to
drop me man. when suddenly, as if
by accident, Sullivan hit me a slap
with his left hand on the side of the
face that sorter stood me on my heels,
| and before l got pack to my feet he
smashed me with his right hand and
| me light went out. 1t was like I'd run
against the pole of a dray.
Just before went up for the third
round noticed it was 10 o'clock.
When 1 came to myself 1 asked the
nurse at the hospital what time it
was, and she said:
| 'Half-past r.
So all 1 got out of the go was two
| hours and a half Sleep
| After Marx came to grief" con-
tnued Mr.. Sterrett, Galveston, with
her eye insultingly on Dallas, reared
up fighter, whose first name was
| Herman, but whose last I've forgot
ten all about, except that it was very
provincial. They used to tell in the
Galveston papers about this fighter
they had and call him the Pride of
Galveston and Local Ajax and things
| like that. This man was put up to
! fight Mr.. Creedon when he first came
from Australia. The local papers wrote
/ columns about How Herman Trains
What Herman Eats, and told how far
ne could run, and how often he smote
| the bag and skipped the rope and how
he wrestled with a. bear.
Well, I'll tell you what happened
! to Herman, The Pride of Galveston
| and the Terror of the Gulf From this
point the story of Herman is brief and
sad. The day. came and the Galveston
| papers had six men each present to
report the combat, and it lasted lust
ten seconds. Mr. Croaon strolled up
to the Pride of Galveston and did
something which experts called "a
| short-arm blow and which, 1t seemed.
Mr. Creedon. had brought with him
from Sidney for just such men as The
Terror Of the Cult, and that settled
It. Herman was knocked out In ten
seconds. The papers which had ar
ranged to fill four columns with the
light had to write about Romans and
tne glad1ators and Greece and the Olym-
PIC games; The story of Herman's
night didn't make a stick and was
padded at that. OF course, Galveston's
prlde was wounded and Dallas laughed
az her, and Galveston has loathed
Dallas ever since"