The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1906-09-08
FACE is BEATEN TO
JUICY PULP
DURABLE DANES PHYSIoGNoMY IS
PoUNEDED PAST RECOGNITION
LARRY SULLIVAN is GREAT sue.
CESS AS BUTCHER OF ENGLISH.

Well, Conductor Jo.ephus Cans
punched Billy Nolan's meal ticket full
OF holes during that long and tire-ome
trip the Battling Dane took on Monday
afternoon and the ever suspicious sure
thing manager will have TO henceforth
delve down into the innermost depths
OF the ash can 10 procure the three por-
tions OF nourishment allotted to the
average man during one revolution II the
earth. Today bunch OF scientists are
clustered around the countenance OF the
PROSTATE fighter who comes from the
country that was made famous many
years ago when n certain Kid Hamlet
referred to it in terms that savored Of
extreme rottenness The eminent phys
iognomy specialist gathered about
the couch Of the smashed up gladiator
face is fit speciment are trying to
decided whether the Danes face
is a fit specimen to BE handed over 20
the students who make a speciality Of
the iely-fsh or whether it should be
awarded to the proprietor Of the soup
kitchen and served up as dish Of
scrambled eggs.
Nelson has become famous for the
beatings he has taken in most of his
battles without showing any weakness
or desire to slip on a board and vanish
into the crowd to escape further pun.
ishment. But in no haIfdozen OF his
previous battles has the wired haired
youth received the mauling and squash
ing administered by Joe Cans in that
memorable forty-two round battle Of
two days ago. Never before in his life
has Battling Nelson suffered from the
sting Of being unable to exert enough
physical force to meet the demand OF
his barbaric determination. II was very
evident to those at the ringside that
the Dane was all in at the end Of the
forty second round. One of his eyes
was closed and the other was rapidly
swelling. His insides were 30 raw that
he could not utter a word to save his
life When Cans leaned over Nelson's
shoulder in one Of the closing rounds
and very distinctly asked Nolan, What
time is it Billy?" Nelson probably
thought many harsh thoughts but not a
sound was heard to come from his lac.
Grated lips. His physical strength had
almost entirely left him and he was re-
lying solely upon his dog-like determi.
nation. If the unfortunate or, rather,
rather fortunate foul, had not occurred,
Cans would surely have won. He was
fighting the fight of a master and wait
ing until Nelson had exhausted himself.
Although many strange and laughable
things happened in Goldfeld that were
very strange to visitors from the larger
cities all over the United States, the
one event that was labeled as the biggest |
joke by most Of the spectators was
Larry sullivan's speech at the opening
Of hostilities. Larry has a grand voice
and wonderful supply of natural gas
but he is also one Of the vilest butchers
that ever swung a cleaver.1he way he
hacked his words out Of the English Ian
guace would make the bloodiest butcher
in the slaughterhouse blush with shame.
When Sullivan opened his mouth to
shoot his rare brand of lingo into the
poor unfortunates who were delegated
by Fate to stand for the awful bunk, 1t
really looked as If he were about to
slide over something good in the bull