Arizona republican., 1902-06-23
HEAT AND WHISKY
Properly Mixed Will Draw Blood Here
 Most Anytime.

The hot southern blood of this section
 is beginning to boil. It always does simmer more or less in warm weather, and it is possible that no confidence will be violated in the frank admission at this time that the last two days have
 been hot tamales.
 Phoenix usually maintains good
 order, but there is a certain element
 that has to have reckoning with itself
 once in a while. Even that element $
 pretty well behaved most of the time,
 but when the thermometer gets up to
 1l0. and then some, something has to
 bust. It busted Saturday night and
 kept tearing a little all day yesterday.
 The first riot was stirred up late
 Saturday evening by a bad man from Weaver. His name is Valenzuela. and
 his principal diet is blood, served hot from the fountain. He was promenad-
 ing in the vicinity of the Doris theater when he had misunderstanding with another Mexican. The situation was pretty well down to an issue when Off, cer Russell appeared on the scene. The argument became three cornered a
 once but ended by the two lads riding
 to the station house in the patrol wagon.
 The next mill was pulled off accord
 ing to recognized rules. Alex Johnson,
 a hack driver. and man named O. NJ. Button had had some previous diff culty and decided to settle the cham
 pionship in regular order and without police interference. They repaired to q place in the vicinity of the road house just east of the town limits. No official bulletins were issued from the ringside, but it was announced yester- day in sporting circles that Button got
 the decision and Alex got his nose broke. This happened along about midnight as near as can be learned,
 and the champion then went down to South Seventh street, in the vicinity of the Redlight saloon. and began cele- brating his victory. Shorty Jacobs | imagined that Button was a bit too juberous and took issue with him. But ton then polished up Shorty, attaching
 one more scalp to his belt
 In the meantime there were other at fractions brewing for the late hour sightseer. Jack Phillips, better known as the St. Louis Kid. had succeeded in
 offending the dignity of Walter Card. and a little later on he put a crimp iii him that left no doubt about Phillips
 being up on points.
 | From that time on till daylight yes i terday it was quiet as d graveyard, eX- l cept for the occasional shooting of stray dog by d policeman. Everybody
 stirring had been whipped or was tired,
 and those not stirring were either
 asleep or drunk. During the forenoon 1 yesterday the 'element" was trying to
 get few winks of sleep and the
 policemen were all in church or some where else.
 | But all afternoon the fever in the
 body polite was rising and at 4:40 o'clock another crisis was reached. There was no breaking out in a new | place. but the same old spot on South
 Seventh street began to ulcerate. A big | Mexican, who so far refuses to give name, swocped down on Diego April | like chicken hawk on q hummng l bird. Both were drunk, and when the big fellow had finished it was the opin | ion of Officer Russell. who had him in cuSt ody. that his case would have to be attended to in some court that fired
 d bigger load than the city recorder I had ammunition for. It looked to the officer as though a murder had been
 committed, for Diego was lying with his toes turned up to the sun, his head | soaking in his own gore But presently
 he began to revive and tell his troubles | to the policeman. As soon as the officer saw who he was he knew he would not
 die, for Diego has been on the turf a
 long time and never has been killed yet 1 They were both jailed.
 Even the devil never puts off till to-