The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1895-03-14
TIM HURSTS STORY

Tim Hurst, who has made a name
for himself as the most fearless base
ball umpire in the business. and who
seems to have thorough knowledge
Of boxing, Judging from his work so
far at the fights Of the Seaside Ath-
letic club, IS quite a character, and
tells story with all the power Of MIN
icry characteristic of his race.
One OF the lrishman's best efforts
was made in company Of half a dozen
friends the other evening, and when
he had concluded his hearers were
conyulsed. 1t appears from Hurst's
tale that a mill was arranged in a
Pennsylvania town between an Irish
man named Gallagher and an English
man nrmed Gibson. Neither man
had ever seen the other but they be
longed TO rival towns, and quite lot
Of money was bet on the match by par
tisans OF both. Gallagher was a great
braWny fellOW.With immense strength.
but no science. He was considerable
Of a rounder. and was Of the John l..
Sullivan school. believing that a shave
and shampoo was about all the train
ing he required TO whip anybody. He
was drinking IN q saloon with some
friends on the eve Of the battle when
somebody said. looking out of the
window:
'Hollo, there goes Gibson"
''Phwat? Is that the.mon? I'll put
dinge III his face! I'll punch holes
IN him. III ait him in wan round"
Hold on, Gallagher" advised one
Of his friends. YOU'D better not
count your chickens before they are
Matched. They say this Englishman
has a vast amount Of science and is
game into the bargain"
For reply Gallagher turned and
drove his fist through a half inch
pine board partition, and was about to
repeat the feat when be was stopped
by his friends who told him to hus-
band his strength for the next even
ing.
The men who had the fight in
charge thought nobody in their own
town knew enough about boxing to
referee the affair properly, and they
sent over to POttsyilIe for local sport,
who had Il reputation at home, to
come over and pass Judgment upon
the merits Of the men.
1t was a fifteen round affair. and
when the men got IN the ring, Gala
CHER, to fulfill his promise. went at
the EugGshman like a cyclone His
arms beat about like windmills, but
be famed the air, and the elusive
Engiishman finally worked him over
to one side of the ring where the
ropes were laid against a brick wall.
He then beat tattoo on the Irish
mans face, whose head struck the
wall at each blow with sufficient force
to crack an ordinary mans skull. He
was all but out at the call of time. but
when revived by liberal doses Of cold
water, he gasped, looked around wild
ly. and said to one Of his seconds:
''Will yez tell me what round that
was 2"
Only the third" was the reply.
"BegOrra, I'm all right. only twelve
more"
Gallagher was advised l,y his seconds
that the only chance he had was to
mix in with the Englishman, and the
next twelve rounds were mainly de
cided on the floor, where all kinds of
rules went There were gouging. kick
ing and everything but biIing. The
referee looked on all the while, and
occasionally ordered the men to
break" or to '.kewit'' it. At the end
Of the fifteenth round. after giving
his trousers a hitch and adjusting the
yellow diamond in his red necktip,
the referee STROBE to the front Of the
ring and addressed the house thus:
Me name is Connie O'Brein, and
come from Pottsville | come over
here to referee dis fight. but dis amt
10 scrap, and l want to say that [ can
lick either one of these fellers, wild me
left hand tied round me back. Neither
one Of them can scrap, and / calls dis
fight draw. Any gent wot's not
satisfied can come up and take his
moneys worth out of me-"
There is one satisfaction, values are
so low that they can't get much lower
as the man who is down does not fear
to fall