Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1900-06-30

every tnln Iur ola urS THESE DAYS
Say, but / hit the limit the other
n 1t. Seen the great Paddyroosky,
champeen O. the world"
Never heard o him hckin' Fitz-
Did hep" put in Terry Gowan, the
San Miguel Bantam"
Terry, cottontail could give you
high, low jack an then win out deal
in brains. Paddyroosky's a Pianner
puncher an he knocks one out in two
rounds. He's a bird an he wears a
topknot like rory bory-aiis an as
frizzled egg fried turned over"
''Irish?" queried Red"
Half Irish, half Rooshun-don't
you play the saddle o. his name?"
Must be some Ute in him. too. Front
names 1gHace. s. he's a thumper
from the hills. Remember that Dago
count what did the pianner speel at
the White Elephant dance hall last
summer? Ev'rybody thought he run
purity near free gold in a pianner as
say. Well, he were nothin' but low
grade proposition sized up longside
Paddy.
You see Mr.. Biddle blows himself
fur a box at five per an they was six
of us in the bunch-a Quaker friend
O. his from che Bloomin' League club,
a frog-eatin' banker from Pardee, a
barbwire geezer from Chicago an
sugar trust duck from Moo York.
NJ. F:Sdle asst me did / have my dress
SCOT with me an l said no, 1 left 1T
up to Stun Gulch to be pressed. He
said 1 must take a lease on one elst L
couldn't get in at the gate, so 1 puts
up a bond with Sheeny an goes to
developin' L gives the bell-hop a
plunk to put me next to the lead an
when the bucket comes up at the
o'clock whistle you couldn't tell me
from the Brown head waiter
Paddy, he chased out on the plat
form an bowed till you could see the
back of his rainbow hair, then he
squared himself, settled his coat tails
and biffl it were off with that there
pianner. He handed it one with his
right, followed up with a left swing
an then planted both hooks on until
it hollered like a rOped bull. / reclS-
onedhe'd bust the hull works, but L
guess 1T were perfected with some O.
that there armor plate, like one O.
Dooey'S crooSerS. He battered away
IS if he'd learnt blackSmithin' fore
he tackled this job. One hand he'd
hold her steady with, jist like shoin'
a bronco. When the machine were
bout gettin' away from him he'd put
on the brake an hold her on the track,
remindin' me O. how we ust to set
the wheels on a freight goin' down
Rattoon pass wh-o / were twiStin'
brakes on the SAINT Fee. Then she'd
sing soft an easy, like old Wind
river runnin' over the pebbles, grad
ually CROWN louder an wilder till
you'd think you heard Battle Lake
falls a-tumblin down thouSan' feet.
Then he'd shy off on another trail
and purity soon I thought I were
back in the Panhandle country an
hull herd O. locoed steers was comm
on a stampede, they were such a
/ hi r,S md mir H.
time the herd were gittin' onto me
an they want no tree to climb he'd
turn the switch an run off on a
sidin' and come to STOP The
crodw d boiler and clap an he'd
jump off the caboose an swing that
red lantern O. his up an down, an
then make his escape to get a cigar
cite. Say, if he'd play the same
game I'd like to see him try Dustin
buckin' bronco or THROWN a wild
maverick at brandin' time
81 thought 'twere bout time fur a
highball but Mr.. Biddle he said
want no on-tract in this show,
meanin' it were no O. them continy-
Gus performances. I asst him what
were the name O. that piece what
Paddy just done an he said it were
knockturn-which I see down on the
illy-fare-judgin' from the Poundin'
| Paddy done. Mr. Biddle, he said I
were a few chips shy in my call.
The next deal were named a flu
que, 1 see from the score-card, an L
thought from the way he shivered
an shook an the pianner groaned
it were an ague, but I never said
nothin' bout it. not wantin' to show
i down another foul hand. Paddy be-
gin tampin' an tampin,' like he had
blast set. then he struck two-arm
motion, fust don with one an then
drivin' in spike. In all the pieces
| with the other, like two track-layers
j III you'd think you was in a boiler
saetory an all of a sudden d turn ft
into one O. them peaceful, ripplin'
toons what made you think O.
mother an home an the old brindle
cow mooin' at milkin' time. But,
fellers, it were most noise an I
didn't see no music in it, that's hon
est An / don't b'lieve half O. the
foiKs what 'plauded so loud thought
no diff only that's what they
come fur Whv. some o them women
was cryin' an wipin' their eyes like
it were a fun'ral an others was as
excited s if were a baseball game
Jist blow where we set in they was
two Willy-boys an swell gal be-
tween 'em. She were wigglin' up an
down s though it were a dance an
she didn't have no Pardner an was
wantin' action. Them doods kept
J their hands goin' all the time Paddy
was playin, follerin' his motions.
Every onct in a while they'd reach
across the gal and shake hands like
s if they'd had a dollar up on the
play an won, they was so tickled.
never see SO many folks go bug
I house at a show before. Bust my
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