The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-11-26
Chicago Journal.)

Il got into game OF football Satur-
day" said the stock yards boxer,
thoughtfully rubbing his shoulder. Reg
ular gridiron game. Eleven in a side,
two referees, and the worst go-as-you-
please rules. 1 ever fought under The
boys out my way have been trying to get
me into their team for quite a while. SAID
L would make great lett end. The only
end j could see after ten minutes of II
was an end TO my life II stayed any
longer, and the only left about it was
that ] LETT the game with as much OF any
system as was left In shape to stagger.
Il agreed to take a whirl Saturday. anil
they save me some clothes that looked a
bit like what Scully the Diver-hes Aid
ScuIly nOw-used to wear when he went
below the wet l couldn't see what so
many pads we're good for. but before the
game went very far / wished l had three
times as many.
well. We all got together on chunck
Of prairie, marked off in stripes till II
looked like a toasting FORK, and the lad
who was running our side explained the
idea Of the game to me a bit before the
fun began. I caught on without any
trouble, and after tossing the ball around
for a few minutes we went at ii.
''I got the ball the first pop, and ID the
field l went with it. The next minute
eight OF them were on me, and had my
face down in the grass. Somebody hit me
good and hard alongside the head An
other fellow put his foot on my neck and
then pivoted. Then came all my friends
and jumped on top of the eight who were
already camped on me.
II was a bit surprised. but what I got
then was only an appetizer. We all inod
up, and the fellow opposite me hit me on
the chin. Then he kicked me in the
knee.
say SAYS I, I thought this was
gentlemen's game2 .Aw. gwan,' said he.
What dye think you're playin' check
ers2' And just then the two lines bumped.
and he and went to the grass together
L didn't want TO hurt him, but I got al
sent-minded and handed him one under
the ear lie lay quiet. and 1 got up
Why don't you cOuntT says 20 the
referee. Take out time says he. and
they took the boy over to the side of the
field. There was time 70 count hundred
on him, and / was wondering II the next
one would be as easy, when back ne
comes again.
This isn't right I yelled. This man
was out But the lad who was captain
ing our side told me it was all right-to
''Then we got together in a sort cf
whirlpool. Everybody hit everybody else.
Two OF EN- hit me One whack put me
down, and seven Of them took kick AZ
me.
Beg your pardon. SAYS 70 one OF
them, n don't understand this game,
but [ thought you had to kick the ball.
Your mistake is pardonable. Gull,
says a big one. roofing me in the ribs
with a No. II. but you only kick the bail
when you can't kick the man,
Then some policy player had a day
dream and yelled 4-9-l7-' and everybody
began to hit every one else again I got
tangled up with a 200-pounder. We land
ed several good short-arm blows, and
then went TO a cIinch. I expected the ref
cree to yell Break, but he never said a
word. Straight Queensberry for sure.
says T. Got to fight yourself clear And
I uppercut him. He landed a half-arm
swing on my ear. and we rolled over and
over. Then came the twenty other guys
and SAT on US.
when got $40 >had a bad shoulder,
and one leg didn't seem to work right. 7
.ockcd along the field. and could see Moth
ing but lads smuggling one another, with