Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-01-21
WHAT HE REALLY SAID

The man Who was reading the sporting
page OF the Moo YeEk evening yellow on
his way up In the 18th street car turned
with grin u the mar on his left.
Isn't this THAT They'd cell the 1immick'
at Bioodfields parlor social crap gamsr'
no inquired. .. "a
Whats that7' incurred the man on his
''Ths printed prosn;uncianaentos Of the
puss In fhiae yellown badge Of blurdase."
SAID the manbwith the Moo Yawk evening
burnt orange In his lap
The whole -twelve-page shriek's the limit.
let alone the pugs' conversaziones." said the
man on his left.
the paper. but this statement stuff of the
ropeo.arena mixed-alefs on the sporting
page - OIL. that's what It is-just OH.
listen 70 this one. One OF the Differs.
the piock from another bifer-f he can
Is conversationing here about the other
low forehead. ~, u
Here's what this Moo Yawk evening
scream-printed in Moo Yawk this morning
at quarter past o'clock and sold at the
corner or 10th street and the avenue at 8
O CLOCK at night as postscript special and
the final word on the news of the day
here's what the shrek makes the pug say
to wallop:
AS Tar as Mr. McCoyfries Is concerned.
Should like to have the Evening Bugg
quote me as expressing the conviction that
ne Is one OF the finest gentlemen, that I
nave ever met, and l desire to add to that
the statement that it will cause me mex
pressible sadness IT, in the progress of the
encounter in which we are about to en-
gage, should find it incumbent upon me- in
oroer TO uphold my hard-earned reputation
IN the ring, to inffict upon him a blow that
snail render him hors du combat It would
mo IN cnn ton
mighty OF Mr.. McCoyfries' polished man
Hers, MS engaging conversation, and the
CONSPICUOUS generosity with which he has
invariably treated his adversaries in the
ring. I desire, further. to saw that re-
earu MN as, next to myself, perhaps the
most remarkable pugilist that has respond
60 TO the call of time during this epoch, and
! shan. IN spite OF the grief such an out
eoHie must inspire In my breast account 1t
the most remarkable victory I have ever
acnieved In the ring If I succeed in gaining
ene oecslon over him, as most confidently
expect to do
Maybe that isn't Just grease-1ust cot
.oiene ior your coin" commented the man
with the Moo Yawk saffron ''Wouldn't
that just launch you down the ways with
OUT %ith airy hischY Wouldn't that skid you
on his left. -A-''-'
re-. SMOOTH said the man with the paper.
say III bet you the ticket on the old gold
meeting caused me to slip In that II the
knob-head with the bullying torso who's
made to exude this vorspiel ever tried to
Duncn ms teeth around the word 'conspicu-
such quick stroke of the conversational
ST. Vftus' dance that hts pals would have
10 push the button for the hurry wagon to
convey him to the psychopathic ward.
oon like to give myself the worst of IT
by taking short odds but I'd be willing To
gamble the finest box of vuelto Abaio per
fectos ever rolled in Wheeling to a rained-
on cigarette paper that what this punch
performer OF the hemped square really said
about the pug he's due to mix 1t up with
really went something like this:
Isay, youse. fish out dat little lump
o. chalk an scrape, dis down were youse
KIN git Hash at 1t tree blocks away t'roo
Dat four-fush- amt goin' T. be wan.
two. twenty wit me wen de call O. time
Is gonged out, what9 n don't put dat
kin run me troo de- smoke house an salt
me down FIR dog meat an dat amt no
bum bugle screech in Dago p'rade, eeder
He'll git his'n. call right. all right.
an I'm de .rough-neck what's a-goin' to-
slip It t him. what? IT. -.
Dat big stint don't know no more
about de game dan me secon' cousin dat's
a scrubwomari. In de F'latiron buildfn' an,
tsay, 1t tes' makes me feel like breakfn'
out wit de loud, gusty hoo-hoos t. hear
dat he shine thinks dat he's got look-in
wit me-
"'Youse kin slip dat into de pape, Clau-
die, an 1 won't hand youse no typewriter
deny, needer. $685. ,-,"..- :, :
Dat mugs plain case o. push-over
stint, dat's all, an If don't skate t. de
post wan t hunnered shot In dis mill
den de pinheads what'l put up DER states
II be campin' out in salt marsh. OATS ALL
an youse kin spring dat as comm from
me, tsee, buddy?
That's about the way he really shot 1t
out " said the Wi bo w.
evening yellow, and If 1 don't get a cents
worth of fun when I cough up my copper
disk for this Moo Yawk screech and read
the way the haired sporting editor
their golf caps. then this isn't a street car
it's an airship." and the man with the
Moo Yawk yellow carefully twisted it into
throwable bunch and tossed It out the
laundry wagon.