The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1897-02-11
LOOKED LIKE A LIAR.
BUT THIS WAS A CASE WHERE LOOKS
WERE MISLEADING.
a Little Irishman who Claimed Acquaint-
ance with . Champion PugiIist-His
Employer. who Was Used to the Gloves,
Disputed the Claim.

/ - stttis w no ACQuh1ut-
ance with . Champion PugiIist-His
| Employer. who Was Used to the Gloves,
Disputed the Claim.
Il was reading clever little sketch
Tie other day about a man who told big
Stories which were not believed by his
HcQTG ntanCes, and it reminded me of
al experience l had once when / was
| considerably younger" remarked Rob
est d. Wilson, the active Orleans county
politician, when in reminiscent mood
the other day.
at was like this: About tho first
| contract l ever took was one to build a
| ohurch in a snail town in western New
York near Lake Ontario. My partner
and 1 employed good force Of men,
and among others good natured, rather
darper little Irishman, who applied for
work shortly after we got the walls
started.
He was not a skilled VIC, kmau, but
good. active helper, and he struck me
at the time as being one of the most en-
tertaining and cheerful liars it had ever
been my pleasure to meet. One Of his
favorite tales was to the effect that he
was for three years trainer and boxing
partner Of the famous pugilist Jem
Mace and had seconded the one time
champion in two of his most notable
battles. He ratified off names, places,
dates and incidents in the most offhand
manner imaginable, which, as we had
no megEs of verifying his statements,
be was perfectly safe in doing. OF
course we took what he said with a
large grain of salt and enjoyed drawing
him out
Zone thing about the old fellow
struck me us peculiar-we could never
induce him under any consideration TO
Join in any Of the friendly little spar
ring contests which we occasionally in
dulged in at the little country hotel,
after our days work was done. BY no
subterfuge could we induce him to stick
his hands in the big mittens, although
he was always present at our exercises
and took delight in making sighting
comments upon our skill.
This got rather mOnOtonouS after
awhile, and we set about devising a
plan for teaching the old fellow les
son. When he was sober, we knew there
was no chance Of getting the gloves on
him, but he usually got moderately full
on Saturday evenings, and we COncocted
scheme to give him an earlier start
one Saturday afternoon, SO that by the
time supper was over he was consider
ably exhilarated WAS just out of a
gymnasium ut the time, and was con-
sidered pretty clever boxer. The boys
all went to work at him, and after u
good many drinks and lot Of coaxing
and cajoiug they finally got him to pu'
Oh the gloves and spar Il bit with me.
Sail in, Larry said. Don't be
afraid to hit me. And l winked at the
boys and went at him. He was easier
than expected. His guard seemed very
poor, and several times l raped him
harder than l should, but it seemed a
good plan to teach the old blowharG q
good lesson. After awhile | got bit
tired of the one sidednesS of it. / regis
tered about every time ! found an open.
ing, while the Tishman' s punches were
all wild and of no account. Finally
decided that we had had fun enough
and made up my mind to give him a
good chinchopper, lay him out and quit.
So watched for an opening, and when
| saw one a minute later. aimed rs
heavy a blow AS l could strike and let
go.
"Well, say, don't know even to this
day what became Of that punch. for at
that moment something struck me ON
the neck, and for the next 30 seconds !
experienced all of the sensations of Don
Guixote when he had the mix up with
the windmill, for that little Irishman
was dancing around me and delivering
undercuts, overcutS, chin choppers, side
winders, earmuffS, straight drives and
long ann body blows faster than could
feel them, while l paved tho air in al
attempt ut defense.
Il think the boys said it was az sec
onds before l was lying in the corner,
limp and entirely ont, but it was three
days before l was out--at work again.
l was sorry to find that the agile little
Irishman had disappeared Immediately
after l dropped asleep. He evidently
feared trouble, but never would have
made any. In fact, I'd have liked to
take few lessons from him, but I've
never had the mitts on from that day to
this.
g. dent know now whether that lit
tie Irishman was telling the truth or
not, but l have my suspicious about the
matter. Medina IN. ~ Cor. New
York Press.