The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-08-23
EVERBEENINHARFORDCO MD?
EVER TRIED TO GET THE NEWS
or A MIG FIGHT THERE? z
Ir You Have and You Had the Luck or This
Man You'd BE Glad n in the End SOu
Met the Hind OF Actor Woman He Ran
Across, Though She shocked the Natives

Il was becalmed right on the night of
the ,;erfries- Corbett go. and guess maybe
wasn't wishing that the wireless wig
waggers had got past the experimental
stage" remarked New York travelling
man, who for his sins and because his firm
is now located in that town Is compelled to
live in Baltimore when he's at home. MY
wife was anchored on the farm Of some
friends who till the soil and raise tomatoes
and things for the canneres in Hartford
county, Md, and on the day before the
fight l went down to see her.
when got up to the farm on the morn
ing of the fight / saw, back Of the farm
house, a couple Of chicks of a brood that
must have been all of four days old en-
gagged in an ambitious, but not very san
culinary, scrap. and that brought the. i'm
pending swatfest at San Francisco back
10 my mind Immediately began to get
busy trying to find out how I was going to
learn the result before the frost-touched
persimmons began to drop.
Il put on a very much abused, you-see-
how-T-am-tied map on me when l pre-
scented this problem to my wife.
You've got me snagged out here in the
land of the hanky-panks,' l said to her
with fallen chops, and now it'll probably
be next Thursday week come Michaelmas
before find out who won the fight
This was a pin-head opening, of course,
for it gave her the chance to counter with
the inquiry as to which | considered the
more important, visit with her or an OPP
portunity TO be in front of the big end OF
megaphone while couple Of brutes 5000
miles away were trying to beat each other
to death avoided the full force Of this
one by clnching. and then she relented.
There's a telephone right in the dining
room of this farm house. she told me,
and all you've got to do ia to ring up one
of the newspapers in Baltimore and find out
about the horrid affair. Er-which do
you think is going to win, Jim or Jeff?'
This sounded pretty good I edged
into the dining room of the farmhouse
to take a look at the telephone. Yep, it
was a regular, honest Injun telephone,
hung right underneath the chrome of the
pink-cheeked curly-haired angel lady
carrying the waxy-faced baby aloft toward
the Milky Way
SOS to make sure that it wasn't phony
or a piece of bric-a- brac belonging on the
what-not, gave the bell a twist and called
up central-central was at Bel Air, five
miles away, and asked for Baltimore. The
young man with the pink crocheted neckte
at Bel Air-I knew that he had one of 'em
on, even if didn't see him-told me that
the Baltimore wire was out of kilter for the
first time since the installation of the SER
vice.
That let me out The telephone was still
on the buck when we had finished the
sun-up farmhouse breakfast the next
morning, and 80 began to hint around
about getting one of the farm horses to drag
me in a blackboard to the nearest civilized
point SOS could get the number of the
winner of that fight Nothing transpiring
All of the nags were scheduled for field
stunts that day, and there wouldn't be airy
a hike to the post office until about 9 clock
that afternoon, when one OF the dinge
hands would be sent to the Fountain Green
post office, two miles away. TO get the
copy of the Baltimore morning paper and
such other seed catalogues as happened TO
he directed to the tillers of that particular
section of land.
"Well. / was going to find out the hind
name Of the jim who'd got that decision
before twilight or have somebody send
me mailing card telling me why, and so |
had EN- point out the road to the Fountain
Green post office to me and | started to
walk there on the chance that maybe the
Baltimore paper might have arrived. and
II 50, that it might contain line or so about
the fight stuck away down among the
mothers bread ads.
Il met lot of people driving in from
Fountain Green and Bel Air when hit the
high road The first Of them was an aged
man in a caoosh that looked like a cross
between Louis the Fourteenth street S
state coach and an East Side night liner,
There was much alfalfa nesting in the
crevices Of his long, streamy wind enticers,
but ! determined to take n chance, any,
how
Sir I said to him. giving him the
salute. have you heard how the fight came
out?
Hey he inquired of me. making
wind-scoop around his right ear with both
hands.
Sir I repeated, eloquently, I am
awaiting, with some little ga gerness. word
as to the result of the pugistic encounter
in San Francisco last night
Wait minute. sub, SOS All kin heah
yo' all, said the old gentleman, and then
he dropped the reins and began to fish
around in the back of the caloosh for some
thing or other.
he flashed speaking trumpet on me. Then
ran down the road. | did some footwork
that would have made Corbett in his prime
look as il he had on lead-soled shoes, and
as | rounded a bend looked back breath
lessly and saw the old man with the mustard
seed i'll his zephyr-nviters gazing sus-
piciouslv after me-
THE next one | met was an Eph in n
pyramdal straw lid through the top OF
which his reddish hair. mingled with sprays
of gypsum weed, protruded rakshy. He j.
was driving brown-spotted white horse
ia years of age, that snored as he walked
MY friend | said winninglv giving
him the number four, maybe you've heard
wouldn't mind telling me the winners
name, mess-number, and hammock-hook
If you do, | shall stake you to the sassiest
sassafras Stogie that ever came out of
Smoketown-on-the Allegheny
"The Eph pulled up and looked me over,
while the brown-spotted white horse that
gas old when Napoleon was on ST. Helena
leaned against n roadside tree and snored
harder than ever
Flight, suh?' he said to mo. Who all's |
been a-hghtin'? All sho' thought the |
Spanish wah was all dun fit and ovuh with
All sho did! Has Aggynaldy and them |
Filopeens been a fzgiggin' around agin?
nv hat blaw off then, and | was real
glad Of ii, 1t gave me chance to pro-
coed on my wav toward Fountain Green
Before arriving at the postoffiCe ! !
held Just one more Of 'em up. He looked !
like Old Man Time in a one-stIspendered |
suit of dungaroes, and he was riding a !
subtle-looking hrindle mule with only n |
halter TO guide him.
"'Neighbor.' [ said TO the old gentleman |
on the mule, last night, no doubt YOU have !
heard, there was n physical encounter on
the West Coast between two robust persons
,k-aIk N.