The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1904-02-07
FRESHMAN AND NEGRO
FAKE Il PRIZE FIGHT
Were to Stop on Signal, but the
Irishman Forgot the Magic
Word.
Minneapolis Tribune.


Most of the local sporting contingent
which attended the Corbett-Hanlon fight in
San Francisco supported the champion in
the pools, and consequently none of the
Minneapolis delegation had to walk home
The train, however, upon which the sports
started back from the beautiful California
city met with an accident the other side Of
Reno, New, and for while it looked if
all the passengers would have to do some
walking.
1t seems that in Nevada IL only rains
about every so often, which might be any,
where from six months to fifteen years At
any rate it rained tremendously while the
train was rushing eastward, and near Reno
word was received that a creek had doomed
and washed out the track. The train, of
course. was stalled, and to complicate mat
tiers. a similar mishap was reported to the
westward of the stalled train.
There was nothing for il but to be phil
osophical Six hours went by. and with
them the entire supply of drinkables on the
train. Then philosophy began to drag and
the restless spirits searched for something
to amuse and pass the time.
There was very small settlement near
the train, and, after the civilized booze"
had all been consumed, the sports made
for the settlement
The proprietor of the leading store was
appealed TO. and finally told the sports
that II they would get purse or 800 to-
gether he thought he could arrange little
| bare-knuckle mill that would make the
late featherweight championship glove con-
test look like dirty deuce.
The sports were interested Immediately
and the 500 was forthcoming. II appeared
that the storekeper knew that two OF the
residents Of the place had pugilistic aspi-
rations, and furthermore that they were
not on the best OF terms.
The men were Pat Garvin. small rough
| necked foreman of the track gang of the
railroad, and Sam Jefferson, negro mule
driver. Pat was the first TO be summoned
before the committee. and when he was
asked II he would fight Sam for 500
he replied: I'll fight that bloody naygur
! fur nawthin'"
Sam was then called in and asked the
same question.
wy, say, gemmen." he answered "Ah
mawnin.' You alrn have to dig NAH fist
outer i'm wiz a meataXe.
After this cordial display of feeling the
men left the store to prepare for the bat
tie. \ ring pitched back OF the store
and a Nicollet-avenue saloon keeper was
chosen referee.
had met by design just out OF sight OF the
crowd.
.'Niarse Garvin." called Sam.
other warily.
Dat hundred looks good to me- re-
marked Sam by way of opening the subject
nearest his heart
Never you mind about the money" re-
turned the Hibernian IN have il in me
leans after the doctors get through wild
youse."
SAY. Pat" said Sam. let's not beat
each oder to deaf Lessus just give EN-
an exbishun and cut up the hundred
''Be gorrah, thin people is sports" an
swered Pat. IAN We can't hand thin any
thing like that"
Sam argued further and finally convinced
Pat that the trick could be turned. He ex-
planned TO the Hibernian that each should
try his best IN the first round. and IL one
or the other scored a very heavy punch and
had the other fellow going the punchee had
the privilege of rushing into clinch and
whispering the one word ''desistr' I'm the ear
of the puncher. The puncher would then
/ let him hang until he was not so dizzy
The fight a daisy. The men were
evenly matched and about equally scienced
Pat had a crouch that looked dangerous and
Sam danced about like j. j. Corbett They
came together with a bang and as they
broke Sam brought his right across and
landed IL like a hammer the side OF
Pats neck. Pat just saved his distance as
he was on his feet at the count OF ''ten," but
very wobbly.
He kept boring in all the time as soon as
Sans Wild swings had passed over his
head
The second round was tame and only