Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-07-04

bet agin' want O. yer own kind?" they
shouted at him.
The giant bo'suns mate regarded them
all disdainfully.
at them. What. that Sharkey stiff
sailorman? He don't know tn difference
between tn forepeak O. a ship an a
capstan bar! An he can't lick me little
sister! I punched tn nose of him myself
when I was on tn Philadelphy with him
in Honolulu! Why don't you lubbers put
up If you think SO much O. him?"
The bo'sun's mates money was finally
covered by one of the dead games from
q box, and the I-told-you-So expression on
that particular fiatfoot's face when it was
all over, and Sharkey lay like a fallen OK
in corner of the ring, was in itself worth
the price of admission.
Then the battle began. 1t was surely
weird, the effect of the combat upon four
fifths Of the crowd. The eyes of phleg
matte citizens CLEANED with an unnatural
luster when the mix-ups came quick and
close together, and they clutched the sides
Of their seats, or half rose, and Joined
hoarsely In the yells of the dead games"
1t was, of course, apparent from the out
set that Mr. Sharkey was going to get the
thrashing of his life, but the citizens who
had bet their 500 bills on the ex-sailor-
odds, thought that the former tar must be
only fooling, as, indeed, most of the
dead games" among the Sharkeyites did.
But when, after two or three rounds, it
DeCdIne perfectly manifest lndI Snarkey
had met his master, and all of his bull
rushes were met and parted by the gourd
head from Akron, the Sharkeyites almost
groaned in their misery, as they looked at
each other with dismay.
Hey, quit dat layin down on our coinn
the dead games" shouted at the pug who
was taking the licking when he was an
overwhelming favorite in the betting.
Poke him a few on de mush! Wake up
dere!'
And the ordinarily quiet citizens. taking
the dead games " cues as well as their
patois, got up on their seats and yelled
like madmen that Sharkey was laying
down on Them
When the men who had bet on Sharkey
saw that their man was outclassed and
that there was no hope for him or their
money many of them switched and began
| to root loudly for Rubin to put the lamps
out" of the man who had fooled them up
| so. Every time Rubin landed a hard one
| they actually grunted with deep, irrepressi-
| BILE joy.
"Oh. N.Y. they'd shout "Ho, you rude,
| rude little Reggie! Bite him, Rubin, Eat
the ear off the duffer! oh, you sassy sailor
you! You couldn't lick a postage stamp,
Kick him, Rubin! Kick him hard! Hoo
| wow-hoo-wowr'
| These remarks didn't proceed entirely. or
!, anything like entirely, from the dead
games alone. It should be understood They
| were emitted by thousands of men who
manicure their nails and take pie with
| their forks and yield to the caprices of their
1 wives anu III dll OtHtT Respects walk through
| life in the character of good citizens II
anything. the higher grade men present at
| the ringside were more demonstrative more
clamorous for fierceness in the contest more
| rejofce3 over the horrible spectacle afforded
| by the licked man long before the fight was
| ended. than the dead games" who, how
ever, were for the most part stunned by the
| outcome.
| When the slaves of the PROSTATE fighter
| finally had to pick him up and carry him 10
/ his corner, done for, there didn't seem to
| be so much alacrity in their movements as
| there had been on the porch of the Sleeps
head Bay villa, and ever and anon their
| eyes wandered over to the other corner.
| where the victors' slaves were grinning
| from ear to ear. Almost more in pugilism
| than in politics does the cruel spirit rule
| which shouts, THE king is dead-long live
the hng!"
And yet the dead games" and the decent
| citizens who ache to be dead games are
making an awful uproar because prize fight
ing is to be squelched over here after Sep
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