Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-07-04
telling all hands how he was "goin' T. kill

telling all hands how he was goin XIII
dat lobster wit a punch, tsee! out OF one
corner of his mouth. About twenty nonoe-
script-looking slaves in frayed swea.er s
were hanging around the lolling pug ana
waiting upon him as reyerently as II the
man were some great captain Just return
ed from the wars after annexing rivaI
kingdom, and the pug took 1t all nke
mothers milk Another gang of the dead
games" hung around Ruhlin's training
quarters at Bath Beach. This niIer, 100
was in the enjoyment or the slaVish a.ee Gu
tons of dozen or SO of vassais, ana inc
sports" surveyed him critically, most OF
them, and sized up his points, as II he
were a bull terrier, with their heaos
around in their mouths at the angle of 40
degrees, and their almost unanimous yer.
dict was that "W'ile de dub's big an
husky wit lot o hard meat Oh HILL ne
won't do, tsee"
All Come Prepared.
The doors Of the club were thrown open
shortly after 4 o'clock, and the crowd be-
gan to flock in. Most of the men carried
large black bottles in their hind pockets
They knew hat, once they got their seats,
it wouldn't do to relinquish them for the
| purpose of seeking liquid JOY, and no return
checks were given, anyhow, and what's the
| fun of watching men trying to knock the
| tons of each others heads off without liquid
| low 1t was an odd thing to see men OIL
quite apparent decency swinging raw
whisky from black bottles In a temperature
of about 100 degrees, but 1t seemed 10 De
| part of the game. .
| when the seats were fairly well filled,
before the preliminary bouts began, and the
| cigar smoke was as thick as a NeWtouho-
| land fog the betting began. A man would
| lump up on his seat, wave a handlul OF
| bills and, turning to the fellows sitting IN
| the tiers of seats above him, yell. Hundred
| to forty on the sailor or who wants 70
l - t~try Rxyn fha eli
| from Akron?'
Spirited Criticism.
| law, sit DOWN. the rest Of the dead
| games" would yell. Take yer confed ma
yuma aroun' t. de mex block If youse is
huntin' FIR good things! Sit down. youse!'
Only the most languid interest seemed te
| be taken in the preliminary bouts. The
roustabouts in the ring banged away al
| each other and reduced each others coun-
tenances to pulp, but the crowd was impa'
| tient for the real thing.
Take dem stiffs orr howled the ''deao
games" Put away dem washwimmen!'
When the gourd-headed Rubin finally
slouched down the aisle from his DRESSING
room, logged out in a long bath robe. the
slight volume of applause with Which NJ
| was greeted was almost neutralized by the
| sneers that were hurled at him.
J Back t. yer foundry!' the Sharkeyites
, hooted at the ungalnly Akron giant.
"Gwan an git job drivin milk truck
Hey, youse'll git blowed over if youse stan:
dere! Youse amt wan, two, t'ree! arr
specimens of the remarks heaved at the
man who, about half an hour later, was t.
stand over the PROSTATE lummox who wa:
II to shot, in the betting and receive
the whiskyfied plaudits of nearly the who'll
mercurial gang, including many of the los
ers.
Sharkey's Welcome.
Then the board-necked Sharkey made hi
appearance, with an American flag inter
twined with the harp of Ireland arount
his belt, and all hands rose at him.
Eat him up!' they yelled, standing OF
their seats. "G'wan in and break his arms
Cave in his stats! ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
soak him, babe!'
A huge naval bluejacket. with tn
| bo'sun's mates rating badge on his star
| board arm, from the Brooklyn navy yard
stood up on his seat when the noise ha'
quieted down a bit, and waved two $40
bills aloft.
ANY bucko here wants t gimme $50
t. 500 on Sharkey?' he yelled.
The idea Of sailorman wanting to be
| against Sharlxey made the crowd sore. an
| they hooted at the bosun's mate.
, "Wot Kind q p st1n are Zouss + want