Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-06
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fafa. The more The Wrath he fought
the more chances he got. and 1t came
> he had couple Of engagement
sach week Some of EN- were right
| lively ones. There was one time par
ticular when the boys. they more than
! made money. There was couple Of
northern prize fighters down hangin'
round the Mexico line, waitin' to get
together, they allowed, when the sher-
! in went to sleep, to see who was the
champion Of the universe So some
of our boys, they went down and
! questioned one of them whether he
wouldn't like to come up and have
| friendly whirl or two with local man
and he said he would, providin' there
was enough in it. So the boya sad
| they thought they had a pretty good
| ynan who could stand up six rounds
anyway against him, and if he didl
! he wouldn't have no difficulty carryin'
| off al the money be wanted. We'll,
the northern Teller he allowed he did
mt want to rob nobody; he'd make
that there three rounds, and he'd come
right out in the opera house stage and
now there want no doubt at all abou.
there bein' money up. They had one
of the boxes stacked round with il
ana Two deputy sheriffs watchin it.
with their guns out all the time
We'll, now there want a great de,I
to say about that fight. The Wrath
ne mad dressin room to himself. and
he seemed kind of nervous. He kent
comm out for one thing, and askin
IL somebody didn't have an oil can
and of course we hustled round and
got him one; but everybody kept ask
j in, then what the devil did he want
| with an oil can. But of course he
| didn't tell.
Then they led EN- out on the stage
| The Wrath, he was lookin' rather
white and wizened up, and he kent
fussin' with his right arm; but the
northern Teller, he just walked round
with kind of uppish air, and leaned
/ on one leg and then the other as if
be thought he was wax figger in a
show. And when they set ON to goin'
the Teller he just walked I'D and
slapped The Wrath right bang in the
face. And then he stepped back, and
smiled, and began to walk round, and
after bit he began gallopin' round
| and hoppin' up and down like a jack
rabbit hitched to a string slappin'
The Wrath and tryin to confuse him.
There wasn't no doubt that Teller was
quicker than lightnin,' only he took
too much time. The Wrath, he kept
perfectly still, takin' a squint along
his arm and then-bang; somethin'
hit that northern jumper in the bosom
and he turned over so quick that he
forgot to leave off smilin'. Well, now.
those fellers with him, they was dis
satisfied They allowed it was only
a chance lick anyhow; but they
couldn't bring up their man to partici-
pate further, so we had to pay their
carfare to get em out of town. And
then we all went out and observed the
occasion. And say, stranger. that was
the greatest night old Alfalfa ever ex-
perienced
That was about two months ago,
and things kind of quieted down.
stranger, Vii this last sad catastrophe
which l alluded to in the beginnin' of
this discourse. Somethin about fort
night ago there came note from up
country here sayin' they had somethin'
they was willin to back up against our
| man providin' we'd give 'em odds
enough. So that bein' just what we
| was layin for, we made arrangements
to come up here right off. The Teller
they had they named him Grasshopper
| Bill. They give him this name be-
cause he was so pretty mighty spry.
| lHey Sdlu lHey never saw anytnlng up
their way that they could ton h him.
| Well, when we saw him in the ring
yesterday, we all just b;st out laugh
in He was little cuss not so big as
The Wrath. But somehow The Wrath
| when he saw him. he began to look
mighty nervous. We'll, sir. when we
set EN- down in the ring, the little fell
Ter, he began to do a most - Il lot
of prancin' around. The Wrath he
kept still as usual, but somehow. he
couldn't get no aim. Just as soon as
he got set for him, the little Teller, he'd
jump in back of his right arm and hit
him in the back of his head. Well,
that sort of thing got powerful monot-
onous after awhile, and The Wrath he
was gettin' sort of played, and we was
wonderin' when he was goin' to let off
his arm. Then, finally, he let it go,
and he hit an awful lick; but he didn't
hit anythin-no. sir. not thing. And
stranger, that arm, it came right off.
when we recovered from our Won