The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1899-01-15
H. E. Mathews & Co., 10 w. Wash. St,
JOHN K. ROBSON, Receiver.

Sull-ay rushed, but Corbett jumped away.
! Sull-ay looks vicious
Dear me-, said Colonel Dolan. its
And rushed, but JEAN got away smil-
TITS on the other side of his head he'll be-
smiling" said the colonel
| That's all, sang the operator.
You forgot one thing, said Colonel
What is it?" asked the operator.
Have they dug Cor3etts graNe?'
said, "Sull-ay looks mean
My, my" said the colonel. Won't some
| one save the poor boy?
"Sull-ay leads, but misses. Sull-ay lands
heavy right on Corbett's shoulder. JEAN
J got back on stomach"
The returns came in rapidly. AS they
showed Corbett punching Sullivan in the
| nose, and stomach, and jaw and neck Col.
Dolan began to look troubled.
"Corbett will VIM" said man in the
tut, tut Mike" said the colonel. wait
until he wallops with that right He'll sink
1t up to the elbow. What's that?"
.Sull-aay made desperate swing with his
"There 1t comes" said the colonel, shifting
| his left palm against his right fist.
But Corbett ducked and got away"
Lucky guy, / don't think" mutte-ed the
/ colonel IF he'd got that they'd have
picked up his head in Lake PuncFytrain."
! ing for Corbett by this time Every time
| the California man with the stand-up hair
punched the great champion on that sore
/
How'll you bet now?' one Of the coloneIs
neighbors asked.
I've lost one eye an an arm" said the
| colonel II made the other lamp to watch
| for the wagons at Garfield, but I've got
race full Of teeth, and I'll bet them again
| g kick in the stomach that therell be a COT
! fin plate marked 'Corbett' in the morgue
The telegraph instrument was clicking
/ again. The big man on the stand leaned
over and whispered to group of men stand
ing beside the platform. They bundled on
| hGi re and lxaH lr,anu -frrr
Anal" said the colonel, swinging his arm
over his head. There he goes. There goes
! the right. Mea murdher, he's swung his
right oh, it's all off! He's got him, boysl
! He gave him one of thin funny ones. Dear,
oh, dsar! Did he gill him? Whisper, will
ye? Did he assassinate the poor boy? Give
him time, John, me lad. Give him time. Ye
can soak him again whin he gets up! Ohio,
| boys, there'H be coin in the rattlers that
brings the Sullivan men home! ThereN
"sull-ay led, but every blow weak. Cor
| bett lands left on Sull-ays stomach. Cor
bett rushes John to ropes, knocking him
all around the ring, ,Corbett knocks sulli-
| van down with terrible right swing. Sulli-
van tries to get mp, but can't
| A tremendous burst of cheering followed
this announcement. Men in the galleries who
had small sums bet against big sums pegged
! their hats down on the waning crowd IN
the hall a tall fellow who had brought q
! huge tin horn to the hail. blew fearful
blast Colonel Dolan sat still, sweating like
a man over a cook stove.
"sull,ay was. counted out and Corbett
TIE colonel buttoned up his coat and
| marched out.
The first of the stories introducing the
Dooley series was printed few months
after the Sullivan fight. 1t had to do with
! Colonel McNeery and his friend lawn
McKenna. To most guessers .McNeery'
| was thin disguise for McGarry McKen-
! ma S name was not changed. 'Jawn" was a
politician who had fixed duty in every
| local Republican convention. This duty was
| Chairman Il that
reading of the call be dispensed with.
Through attention to duty and for always
being perfect in his lines McKenna was ul-
! timately rewarded with office.
| McGarry, the original of Dooley, was and
/ is an actual character. When "McNeery'
was current newspaper creation McGarry
had a saloon in Dearborn street. He is
! large and solemn man of unflinching ex-
! preston, few words and heavy movements:
| The visitor who is struck with the unusual
| could see bis picturesque side at glance.
| His foil too, was admirable. Casey, who
stood the opposite watch,' shaved his up
per lip and wore beard of considerable
fiuency, being known as the only bartender
| with bunch" in Chicago.
| The only time McGarry ever unbent him.
self to joke with a stranger he got cross
counter that made the only witness, In
The Inspector had been telling McGarry
| good story, and Jim was in unusually good
| humor. For him he was almost clipper.
| The stranger walked in, laid down half
| dollar and called for whisky. He poured
| out what was technically called stiff drink
| and was about to swallow 1t when Nc
| Gary said, with a side wink at Shea:
Wouldn't you like a moog to drink your
booze in?"
The reply was as hot as cavalry charge.
Nor roared the man on the outside:
| There's half dollar on the bar I'm used
to taking as big drink as feel like taking.
| If IS cents isn't enough for your liquor you
needn't make any change, you bald-headed
| lobstery'
McGarry meekly rang up Is cents on the
cash register. The stranger pocketed his
| change and walked out, looking back over
|
hopping his forehead with his hand.
| 'Jawn," said he. I'D have given the jint
| If knew what to say to hin"
| AS the McNeery stories continued the
word was passed around that Dunno vas
| getting part o. .ds inspiration from Nc
| Garry. Jim's jocular friends would line up
/ at the bar and call him McNeery. He
/ thought there was something invidious in
| it, and made a strong protest to Dunno,
who assured him that the coincidence or
/ McNeery and McGarry, both being Irish and
! saloon keepers was accidental While the
| explanation was being made three men
! came in, and, after bowling to Dunno, said:
| How do you do. Colonel McNeery?"
| McGarry waited upon them pale with an
ger and muttering that he would ''go to the
| floor with somebody yet"
| The next day he made formal complaint to
| the publisher Of the paper. The 'joshing'
was too much for him, ne said He was
! getting it in the street, ia his saloon, and II
was only a question OF time when he would
| get it at home. Wouldn't the gentleman
who was writing the articles kindly write
| about somebody else?
| DUNES attention was called to it, and he
| said: I'll change the name, If that viii suit
| him."
| SO he banished McNeery to Ireland with a
! parting kick-muffied but still a kick.