The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-10-14

of cheek that he sat down and laughed
the rest of the evening.
You can't come in at ALL" said Par
son Davies one night out in Chicago.
II can't eh?" calculated Mr.. Connel-
~. why, who dealt you hand, Par
son?
But Davies was determined that the
champion deadhead" should not get
in, and the doortenders would not even
look at him. Davies later got into the
ring to make the announcements. He
was asked if "One-Eyed" Connolly was
in the house and he answered that he
was proud to say that the "deadhead'
was absent.
He is a nuisance" explained the
Parson, 'and will be kept out of here
in future" Just then, as Davies was
leaving the ring a heavy brick landed
on the board floor at his feet. Davies
turned pale and then looked up at the
open skylight. A grinning face appear
ed up there and voice, that the crowd
below knew belonged to Connolly,
reared:
That's me card, Parsonl Now do I
get in?"
1t is needless to say that Mr.. Con-
molly was in one of the best seats at
the ringside in less time than it takes
to tell it and was yelling and cheering
like madman along with those who
gave up.
Mi. ConnoIly's wit extended to his per-
sonality. He did trick with his glass
eye that became famous. 1t was down on
the Bowry that he first worked the trick.
After hard, uncomfortable night Mr..
Connolly Sauntered into a saloon, and,
taking out his glass eye he spun it on the
bar. The bartender sprang back in amaze
ment.
''Have I got EN- or am I crazy?'' he
screamed as he reached for the night
On %Neither" explained 'ene-Byed,. eoolly;
spin this eye, If the pupil is down after
the optic stops revolving, the drinks are
ing upward when it stops rolling, the
drinks are on me! Dyer see?''
The bartender scratched his head and
grunted:
One Eyed spun the eye on the
smooth, polished surface Of the bar and
when it stopped twirling the pupil was
"It's on the housed" Mr.. Connolly
bawled TN take whisky
"Yern take nothin'," the barkeeper
growled. .'Yerll take nothin'! The eyes
loadedi' whereupon Mr.. Connolly was
elected uncerem oniously. He was an OBJ
5ect of charity in his declining years and
he rather relished it He always asked
fighters for their caSt-off clothes, and
then. rigged up in them, he used to prom
enade Broadway for hours with a flower
in his buttonhole and inevitably swinging
cane The hotels along Gotham's prin-
own personal property, he believed. He
was prompt at the lunch counter cold
winter afternoons, and yet was particu-
lar as to what he consumed
Why don't yer have some chicken
salad?'' he sneered at one of the best
known bartenders on Broadway. I'm
getting tired OF this ham, every day. Do
better, sir! Else I'll have to patronize
some other counteri"
And the next day there was all the
chicken salad that could be eaten by the
hungry hordS. Mr.. Connolly, conscious of
his power, merely nibbled at the new dish
and then turned away.
It's flavor he exclaimed, sis not pal
atable, It's not fit for the dogs!''
When Mr. Connolly drank heavily he
always got into difficulty. In the old days
when Honest John Kelly kept a place
at the corner of Sixth avenue and Thirty
first street, Mr.. Connolly made it his
headquarters. One night member of
the New York Athletic club, who was
skilled boxer was in helly's buying
wine Mr.. Connolly. lost no time in but
ting il" for which he was quickly
knocked down with a smash on the nose.
'tOne-Eyed'' bobbed up like a rubber ball.
Again the clubman fattened him out upon
the floor.
Quick as a fash Mr. Connolly took out
his glass eye and put it in his pocket.
Twice more. in quick succession he was
sent sprawling. His nose was bleeding
and his eyes were both blackened. It was
time to retreat, and MIR. Connolly retired
in disorder. He could not see out OF his
own eye and fell down the steps into the
street. AS he landed on the pavement he
was so completely mixed up as to the
incidents of the previous five minutes that
he was heard to moan:
My God, may be took out the wrong
eyei"
He was arrested that night and stayed
in a cell until they took him to Jefferson
market in the morning. Judge Duffy was
on the bench and as soon as 'One-Eyed'
saw him, he knew he was safe.
Yer honor!' exclaimed "One- Eyed" as
he was brought to the bar, ''it was wine
party and they wouldn't let me in Amt
that enough punishment"
''Dischargedr' the little judge re-
marked. 1T must have been tough