The daily chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Ind. Ter. [Okla.]) 1898-1902, 1900-06-05
FAMOUS BOXING BOUT.
In which Two Aspiring Amateurs
FarniHh Fun for Conspiring
Friends

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Both victims, says the Chicago Even
ing News, are considerably over six
feet tall and neither weighs as much as
$50 pounds. Both are members Of the
Y. M. G. A. and amuse themselves--and
their friends too, for that matter-by
spesmodic practice in the downtown
gymnasium. One lives at Downer's
Grove and the other in Woodlawn, and
each has just such an acquaintance
with the other as would develop from
the fact that they are both employed
in the same line OF wholesale business.
and travel In the Same commercial
~set." Up to the dcnouement each
thought he could box, or pretended to
think SO. For short. one can be called
Jones, and the other Brown.
AS to their boxing proclivities, both
followed the time-worn policy Of mere
~ hitting what they could. That neith-
er knew anything about boxing beyond
the merest rudiments soon became
known to their acquaintance, who
cruelty conceived the idea of matching
the Two in the ring.
BY skillfui negotiation each was gen.
tly inveigled into the idea, and each
agreed, with qualms and misgivings, to
face the other, trusting to some emer-
gency arising which would enable him
to avoid demonstrating his total in
ability to handle his fists. Then the fun
began.
'Say, Brown" said one of the fellows
in on the doal, you're going to have a
hard time with Jones. know man
out in Downer's Grove, and he tells me
Jones has licked everyone out there
who has had nerve enough TO stand up
in front of him. He's the idol Of the
farmers, and boxes like an Indian. He
has reach about seven feet long, and
can crack you in the spine without get
ting within three feet of you. He is
way up on jabs and left hooks, and
handles his mitts like chain lightning.
He doesn't say much, but hear he's
beaut."
"You don't say SOP" queried Brown,
and his heart began to turn to lead.
Visions of the mighty reach Of the tall
Jones were conjured up before his inn
agination and his knees wabbled. |
To Jones went the thoughtful friend
next Say, let me give you tip said
he. I've been looking up this fellow
Brown on the Q. T., and find he is the
star Of the cycling club. There isn't a
man in the club, not even a heavy
weight, who has been mp against him
more than once. He hits like ham
mer and is as hard as hatrack. A jolt
in the Stats from him means one lung
loss, so they tell me, and solar plexus
why, it'd make hole. He's one Of
these wiry kind, not much muscle, but,
oh myl / don't say this to scare you,
but to put you next, SOS you won't
think he's.easy and be off your guard"
Different fellows of the crowd got
themselves appointed seconds, bottle
holders, referee and timekeeper, and
the assistant manager Of ono of the
wholesale departments lent his barn
for the occasion and chuckled nightly.
Everyone but the two victims was hi
iarious with expectation of the fun,
but the principals-wh they kept up
a countenance, they were all gloom
within. The Saturday night fixed for
the right came. A six-round go be-
tween two fve-dollar professionals
made it worth while for the push"
to turn up and served as proper pre-
lude to what was to come. Brown and
Jones watched "he two pugilists as if
their lives depended on catching every
movement of the two little bodies.
Finally the two men pulled off their
robes and got into position. What
sight they presented! Jones ribs stuck
out like rails on a back porch. and
Browns arms looked like attenuated
pendulums of an old fashioned clock
To each. however, the other looked the
embodiment of physical development.
Jones serawny right simply reminded
Brown Of his dreaded reach, and near
" gave him spinal curvature, while
Jones eye was riveted on Browns bony
fst, which, to him, looked about the I
size and shape Of mules hind hoof
When the gloves were put on they
dangled ike canvas hams.
Time" shouted the referee, and the
unsteady twain rose and hesitatingly Z
advanced to the center Of the ring.
There. while everyone was almost in
at the spectacle. they shook
hands and took position. Jones began
TO move his fists around as If he didn't 7
know what else to do with them. and
displayed a marvellous alertness in
dodging backward The peculiar thing